Dadgelo and Momerina??

Another move, but still with her family. As long as those were the circumstances, Caterina was fine with the new change in her life. She stood with Shay in the choice she had made.

With the Rosales kids being adopted by Angelo, Caterina had made it clear that she would go where they go. She was an adult, and didn’t need to be ‘adopted’ per say—but they were her family, and she was not eager to separate any time soon.

Of course, this now presented the awkward situation that Angelo and Caterina had previously met in speed dating, of all things. They had spoken previously, but that elephant in the room had not really been addressed. The closest that Caterina came to maybe bringing it up was when she offered to either stay in the mansion, or get a place of her own nearby in the event that staying was too…weird? But Angelo had said he’d prefer she stay with them, and she really couldn’t blame him. He had suddenly gone from no kids to…many. He would need all the help he could get.

And the more she thought about it though, the more she realized it didn’t actually bother her too much. It was clear from the speed dating experience that Angelo had little interest in her, and frankly knowing that was more comfortable than going in blindly.

She had left Patchwork back at the mansion to help with moving while she went ahead to see the new mansion. Without a car or a license, she had travelled to the new neighborhood on the paws of Pesanta. When he came up the driveway, Pesanta paused. The demon dog wasn’t impressed, but he stopped to let Caterina take in the view of her new home and she was impressed. It was a beautiful place. Angelo chose well.

Pesanta padded up to the front door, finally shifting back into Caterina. She had come directly from working at the museum, so she was still wearing her professional attire. If it weren’t for the whole ‘turning into a demon dog’ part, she probably would have looked like she was trying to sell makeup door to door. Did people even do that anymore?

Anyway, Caterina rang the doorbell—hoping Angelo was around.

When the unfamiliar man opened the door, Caterina had a moment of panic. Did she end up at the wrong mansion? No, she was sure this was the one. So, who was he? A mover? No, he clearly was opening the door like he lived there.

“E-eh? Um, no, I—“ she quickly started, worried Enzo was about to shut the door on her. To her new home.

But thankfully, Angelo was there to correct him more readily than Caterina managed. She let out a sigh of relief.

“Yes, I am Caterina,” she said, stepping forward. She was about to hold her right hand out to share Enzo’s, but she could feel a tentacle trying to form in her palm. Typical when she was feeling anxious for the Banyoles Monster to try and make an appearance. She quickly squeezes that hand into a ball and held her left hand toward Enzo, instead.

No need to throw that part of her at Enzo right away.

“Um, yes, these are my work clothes. I came here directly from the museum…” Caterina murmured, a hand reaching up to fidget with the thick braid that rested over her shoulder.

She gave Enzo a quick but closer look, once it was explained that he would be…somewhat? Part of their big family now.

“Lorenzo, then,” Caterina said with a polite nod, before turning her attention back to Angelo.

“I came by because I wished to see my room before my possessions arrive.” She brought a hand up to her chin, thoughtful. “I was just wondering if I can set up an area for making medicines in my room, or if perhaps I could create a space elsewhere if there is not room…”

Certainly it was a huge mansion, but Caterina wasn’t sure what to expect as far as her room was concerned. Since it would be just her, she assumed maybe it would be a smaller room.

Caterina blinked as Enzo suddenly threw up his hands and left, clearly agitated.

“D-did I say something wrong?” she said, low and meek to Angelo. Not exactly an ideal first encounter in her new home. There was that nudging feeling now--that slight queasiness, that twitchy energy she tried to not make known in her hands--or from the tentacles that could potentially burst from her back at any moment if she did not keep her anxiety levels down.

"Perhaps I should speak to him later..." she added to herself. Her room and whether she would be able to fit her medicine equipment was far from her mind now.