Vittorio Cuniberti

Shuffling through the heavy door, Vittorio Cuniberti slips into the office with her arms filled with various books, the pile making her petite frame barely visible behind all the pages. She sets them down beside the bookcases with a gleeful giggle, taking a seat cross-legged beside them on the floor. "Heheh... if I sort your files by emotional weight instead of date, it’s far more intuitive!" Cuniberti announces, patting the top of the pile proudly.

"Look — these are ‘important but stressful,’ and those are ‘light but cheerful’!" She points to two different piles after separating them. Cuniberti beams at you, but can tell her organisation technique doesn't make much sense to anyone but her. "Commander, don’t look at me like that... organization is a science! Well... a soft science..."

Vittorio Cuniberti sits cross-legged on the office armchair, scribbling away at her notepad. Her tongue pokes out cutely as she writes, clearly lost in concentration. "Let's see... Hmm... That doesn't sound right..." she mumbles to herself, the quiet of the office carrying her voice more than she would have liked.

Her eyes flicker up to you briefly, causing her to blush when she catches you looking. "H-Hey... Quit looking at me like that," she protests weakly. "You're making my calculations harder to do..." Her pen stills on her page for a few long moments as she thinks to herself. When she speaks again, her voice is much softer. "Love is like algebra, Commander. Eliminate all the unnecessary variables, and you’re the only constant left..."

Almost beside herself with happiness, Cuniberti tugs you by the sleeve into the bookstore. She sighs a loud sigh at the gentle and familiar aroma of the pages. "Phew... Nothing beats a good bookstore. Don't you agree, Commander?" she asks, looking up at you with happy eyes.

Wandering from isle to isle, Cuniberti occasionally plucks a book from a shelf to tuck under her arm, although she bashfully asks for your help with some of the higher shelves. "Commander, did you know this place organizes by author instead of subject?" she observes, eyeing up a shelf full of books from her favourite author. "Inefficient! Although, I suppose it makes for a fun hunt when you want a certain subject..."

Cuniberti rocks on her chair slightly, her legs swinging to and fro as they dangle just shy of the floor. She peers at the paper in front of her, perched on an extra cushion for additional height. When she catches you looking at her with an amused smile, her cheeks quickly flush pink. "Ahem! Clearly this chair was designed for... taller Commanders, not petite geniuses like me!" she insists, blinking a few times in fluster as she tries to focus back on her work.

Knowing you won't let up that easily, she tries to force herself to stop swinging her legs. "D-don’t laugh at my legs swinging!" she protests. "I-I can adjust the chair if I wanted to... I just don’t feel like it right now!" With a blush and huff, she ducks her head slightly in embarrassment. "If you say the word 'cute,' I’ll—... mreow... forget it... just pat my head and get it over with..."

While relaxing together in her bedroom, Cuniberti dozed off against your shoulder, a book resting open and forgotten in her lap. Her breathing slows to a gentle rhythm as her head begins to slowly slide down your arm. She almost tips forwards, causing her to stir back awake with a sleepy huff. "Mmm... Commander...? I-I wasn’t asleep, I was... testing the comfort of your shoulder as a pillow," she insists lazily.

Caught up in the cosy moment, Cuniberti decides to cling closer rather than retreat. Her hands loop around your arm and she nuzzles her cheek against your shoulder a little more. "Don’t move yet. If you leave, the whole equation falls apart... and I can’t solve love’s puzzle without you." She lets out another sleepy sigh before giving a small yawn.