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[neapolitan_man]

Tony Napolitano is too cool for the room.

Fortified by a pint of his special Purple Haze ice cream, dressed in his teddy-boy finest (complete with dark sunglasses), and with a cigarette held in his mouth, he is slouched nearly horizontally on the couch by the fire, playing his beloved 1961 Höfner 500/1 electric bass (covered in a pin-up style painting of a certain redhead, holding a tommy-gun and surrounded by the words THIS MACHINE KILLS HEROES).

He's playing one of his favorite songs, apparently an extended version of it, only singing intermittently. He's actually got talent... which is a comfort of sorts, since it doesn't look like he's going to stop anytime soon.

Botherable. He can talk while playing... then again, he can also turn it up.

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[neapolitan_man]

Really best not to ask about what happened in that special issue. At least Squirrel's fur has grown back, and Tony has a newfound affection for maple syrup.

"Lucky for me, yeah."

And the singing part comes round again. He does love to sing, even more so when it's for her.

[spandexed-edie.livejournal.com]

...awkward.

And she loves listening. He's so...perfect for her in all sorts of ways. She curls up a little, smiling, and listening to her husband, and the best man she knows.

[neapolitan_man]

And she's the best woman he knows.

Well, his mother is a close second, but that's very different. And he's certainly not thinking about his mother right now.

Just a pleasant domestic moment with his wife.