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There is a letter in their mail that Lito doesn't recognize.
Usually, his agent will give him a pile, but this one has his address handwritten and, stranger, it doesn't look like it has a stamp. Like it was put in his mail right here, outside the apartment. He shuffles it in with the rest of the bills as he heads inside, his bag filled with alcohol and food for Hernando to cook with, after he'd gone to the market. "My love," he announces, letting himself into the apartment. "I'm home!"
He sets the bags down on the counter and absently starts to open the mail. Bills are something he doesn't want to think about, especially seeing as he doesn't make as much money as home, but they can afford them. The rest are mostly advertisements and offers, but the handwritten letter is the one that makes him uncomfortable. He leans back against the breakfast nook with one foot pressed to the wall, frowning as he reads it.
It's from a woman, someone who clearly enjoys his character on Space Hospital, as her two pages attest to. She has some very interesting ideas about where it can go, but the last page fades into rambling about his body, just enough that he's a little uncomfortable. Even if he does spend a lot of time trying to get his body into proper shape, it's not supposed to get him this much attention from someone who is talking about their bodies fitting perfectly together and how she is the only one right for him.
He's so lost in his own mind that he's forgotten to put away the groceries, now sitting on the counter for at least fifteen minutes.
Usually, his agent will give him a pile, but this one has his address handwritten and, stranger, it doesn't look like it has a stamp. Like it was put in his mail right here, outside the apartment. He shuffles it in with the rest of the bills as he heads inside, his bag filled with alcohol and food for Hernando to cook with, after he'd gone to the market. "My love," he announces, letting himself into the apartment. "I'm home!"
He sets the bags down on the counter and absently starts to open the mail. Bills are something he doesn't want to think about, especially seeing as he doesn't make as much money as home, but they can afford them. The rest are mostly advertisements and offers, but the handwritten letter is the one that makes him uncomfortable. He leans back against the breakfast nook with one foot pressed to the wall, frowning as he reads it.
It's from a woman, someone who clearly enjoys his character on Space Hospital, as her two pages attest to. She has some very interesting ideas about where it can go, but the last page fades into rambling about his body, just enough that he's a little uncomfortable. Even if he does spend a lot of time trying to get his body into proper shape, it's not supposed to get him this much attention from someone who is talking about their bodies fitting perfectly together and how she is the only one right for him.
He's so lost in his own mind that he's forgotten to put away the groceries, now sitting on the counter for at least fifteen minutes.