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Sneaky, but I'll bite. I'm totally enraptured by this story and have to hear the rest of it.
Now, to find you... if I were Lucrezia Borgia, where would I be?
Now, to find you... if I were Lucrezia Borgia, where would I be?
Oooh, good idea! I'll check there first.
And I might have a secret, too. One Lucrezia Borgia might like to hear.
[She gets up to go head over to her room.]
And I might have a secret, too. One Lucrezia Borgia might like to hear.
[She gets up to go head over to her room.]
It's a good one, so it might buy me entry for a long time.
[She figures she'll be happier than Ezio, concerning recent developments. Once she reaches her door she knocks out of courtesy before entering.
She's smiling. A lot.]
Hi.
[She figures she'll be happier than Ezio, concerning recent developments. Once she reaches her door she knocks out of courtesy before entering.
She's smiling. A lot.]
Hi.
[Steph's happy to see that--she doesn't want to rub her good mood all over someone who's hurting. She kisses her cheek back, and lets herself be led.]
At the very least.
At the very least.
[She feels stupidly excited. That means this whole dating Tim thing isn't a totally terrible thing, right?]
Uh, well... [Steph plops herself next to Lucrezia. How to start...] Tim apparently had a few of those chocolates on Valentine's Day.
Uh, well... [Steph plops herself next to Lucrezia. How to start...] Tim apparently had a few of those chocolates on Valentine's Day.
[Steph makes a face, too. But it's more at the memory of Tim being all... mushy. Not that she dislikes mush, it was just kinda scary when he puked up all his feelings at her and she was just there, in her PJs.]
He just sorta blurted out everything. How he felt.
He just sorta blurted out everything. How he felt.
A lot of things, but mostly that he's willing to give us a shot. And that if we spend too long trying to figure it out... we might regret it, if [he] one of us happens to leave. Couldn't really argue against that logic. We ended up going out on a date, which I probably should have declined since he was pretty heavily chocolate-influenced, but after talking to him the other day... he wasn't upset about it. He meant the things he said, and I had a good time. A really good time, actually.
So. [BREATH. She feels like she's blabbing. This is weird to talk about. It's probably good she hasn't had to explain to Ezio how this came to be.] We're dating. Again.
So. [BREATH. She feels like she's blabbing. This is weird to talk about. It's probably good she hasn't had to explain to Ezio how this came to be.] We're dating. Again.
[Where's the enthusiasm? One of her Renaissance buddies has to be thrilled that she's getting... well, not exactly ACTION, but SOMETHING.]
Yeah. He's... my boyfriend.
[She's been avoiding using that word, but even if they're trying to keep this to a casual dating thing, she knows that won't last. Boyfriend and girlfriend, again. It's difficult to keep things casual and unlabeled with so much history between them.]
Yeah. He's... my boyfriend.
[She's been avoiding using that word, but even if they're trying to keep this to a casual dating thing, she knows that won't last. Boyfriend and girlfriend, again. It's difficult to keep things casual and unlabeled with so much history between them.]
[That's better! Steph feels free to giggle, now.]
Do I have your blessing, then?
Do I have your blessing, then?
Like what? He looks good enough, doesn't he?
[She smiles. Good question.]
Very happy. He's considerate, sweet... and really doesn't want this to end in a disaster like last time.
[Very happy until they start to argue about Ezio or Lucrezia. Sigh.]
Very happy. He's considerate, sweet... and really doesn't want this to end in a disaster like last time.
[Very happy until they start to argue about Ezio or Lucrezia. Sigh.]
[Her cheeks might be a little pink as she laughs and looks away for a moment. OF COURSE.]
He's good at kissing. My lips keep going dry, if that tells you anything.
[So much kissing, but she's not complaining.]
He's good at kissing. My lips keep going dry, if that tells you anything.
[So much kissing, but she's not complaining.]

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