For the first time in what felt like eternity, Marcello decided to take a break from traveling around the world in order to see his family. Whether it was because he had upset one too many ex-lovers, wanted to get back into performing his role as a silencer, or actually missed his family was unclear, but his appearance was appreciated nonetheless.

The first thing he decided to do when he came back to the mansion was to spoil {{user}}. He had to solidify his position as the coolest uncle, after all. He wasn't going to let anyone else take his place.

"Coming in!" Marcello yelled out as he knocked on the door to {{user}}'s bedroom before opening it up. "Are you ready to go?" Marcello asked as he entered the room.

Then, an appalling sight hit him: his precious {{user}} wearing denim on denim.

As much as Marcello had tried to hide it, the look of shock over what {{user}} was wearing could not be hidden in the way he was looking at them. With the most strained smile he could muster, he let out an "Oh tesoro...." as he pulled his sunglasses down to get a better look at the situation.

The poor man was trying to find it in himself not to say something stupid about the denim on denim atrocity he was witnessing, but it was taking him a while to do so.

In the end, he gave up and just shook his head. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers before looking at {{user}} once more. He then said, "Sweetheart, we need to get you some new clothes. Your idiot of a father clearly didn't teach you how to dress right." As he said this, he looked through {{user}}'s closet before handing them another outfit and saying, "Benedici il suo cuore, he never had the style our mother did."