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[whatitis]

Hey, you've reached the voicemail of Carlos [heavily distorted feedback punctuated by sharp clicking noises], leave a message after the collective screech of eight different kinds of buzzards.

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[digiorno]

Buona sera, Carlos! Avete tempo per insegnarmi la scienza?

[whatitis]

Todo el tiempo is el tiempo de ciencia, amigo.

[digiorno]

See, that wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, was it, because they're both romance languages.

I can bring you coffee. And pudding.

[whatitis]

You're very smart!

Not sure about the pudding, unless that's what you want to investigate? Coffee would be great, though. I haven't slept in thirty-five hours and I'm starting to drag.

[digiorno]

Thank you wait what

CARLOS SLEEP IS IMPORTANT

[whatitis]

"Science" has more letters, which makes it more important than "sleep".

[digiorno]

In Italian, it's "dormita".

[whatitis]

No Italian in this here lab, Giorno.

"Sueño" < "ciencia".

[digiorno]

( ͒˃̩̩⌂˂̩̩ ͒)

[whatitis]

what is that.

[digiorno]

It's a very sad face.

It's worried about you not sleeping.

[whatitis]

I have better things to be doing than sleeping, you know.

[digiorno]

I'm sure you do. But the face is still sad.

I'll bring you a red eye.

[whatitis]

Is that some kind of Italian slang?

[digiorno]

Coffee slang. Coffee with a shot of espresso.

[whatitis]

Neat. I'll have to remember that.

Gracias, man.

[digiorno]

Prego. Um. I don't know what the Spanish one is.

Anyway bye!!!

[AND SHORTLY HE WILL APPEAR, with coffees.]

Carlos?

[whatitis]

[Even if Giorno wasn't even moderately observant, he could notice that the door to lab number one has been completely removed off its hinges and set aside. Also, for whatever reason, there's a padlocked chain neatly wrapped around it. Weird.

The lab itself is in its usual colorful disarray, with The Man Himself carefully perched on top of one of the benches.]

--Oh, hi, Giorno! What's up?

[digiorno]

. . . You. You are up.

[He blinks up at Carlos, slightly nonplussed, then hands up his cup of coffee.]

What are you doing?

[whatitis]

Yes, that's correct! I am up, in several senses of the word.

[Gratefully, he accepts the coffee, his legs swinging absently over the side of the bench.]

Oh, I'm just waiting for some important tests to get finished. I'm taking a mini-break.

[digiorno]

Oh, a mini-break.

[He nods sagely, then sits down next to Carlos on the bench.]

What do you do on a mini-break?

[whatitis]

I usually just sit and wait and think, which I do a lot of the time. Three very integral parts of the scientific process, and all that.

[He takes a long, thoughtful sip of the coffee.]

You can taste that espresso.

[digiorno]

Sitting and waiting and thinking. I do a lot of that, too. Even though I'm not a scientist.

It's good, isn't it? I'm learning how to make all kinds of things.

[whatitis]

That's good, on both accounts. It's important to have some quiet time. Or a lot of quiet time! It's important to spend at least seventy percent of your life in dead silence.

Anyways, you made this? It's pretty good!

[digiorno]

I did. I like making things with my hands.

[Like coffee. And animals.]

Coffee isn't so difficult, all things considered.