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[molotov]

Are you home?

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[assassino]

[After a little while.]

Yes, I am.

[molotov]

[Well, doesn't someone sound perky.]

I was going to ask if you wanted a drink. So I will be there in ten minutes.

[assassino]

[He sighs.]

A drink would be fine.

[He gets up to get dressed.]

[molotov]

[Contrary to Molotov's usual approach to making people wait for her, she shows up in less than ten minutes. More like four. Because she was already on her way, after he made her wait for an answer.

There's a loud knock on his door, followed by the clinking of... several bottles.]

Ezio! I will count to three and then I am coming in.

[assassino]

[He finishes buckling his doublet and then scraping his hair back into a tie while he walks to the door. She'll probably beat him to it, anyway.]

Come in, then.

[molotov]

[She does, particularly because she doesn't even bother counting. Molotov might have been drinking prior to this.

She's been drinking a lot, lately.

Anyway, Ezio will soon realize that his dressing probably wasn't super necessary, based on the clothing Molotov has on. Whether this was the castle's work, or just a drunken decision to start Halloween early, well, that part's a mystery. Either way, she just brushes past him, handing him a bottle of a wine as she goes, and heads for the sofa.]

You keep disappearing. I don't like it.

[assassino]

[His eyebrows raise a touch at the outfit, but then he remembers: Halloween. What she's supposed to be is another matter entirely, and one he won't press upon. He manages to keep his eyes above her collarbone for the most part.]

I do not either, but I simply have not been one for company these past few weeks.

[molotov]

And why not? That is unlike you.

[With a soft groan, she melts into the sofa, looking back at him over her shoulder as she swigs straight off one of her bottles.]

[assassino]

[He takes a reluctant seat in the armchair opposite the couch, and he shakes his head.]

Stephanie is upset with me. Our friendship may be lost.

[molotov]

Why is she upset? Did you do something to her?

[assassino]

I killed someone in April and did not inform her until now. She is upset because now she needs defend herself to her boyfriend, which is ridiculous.

[molotov]

[Molotov snorts and rolls her eye.]

What do her relationship problems have to do with you? Is she really worth having around if she gets upset that you went about your business? I know you, surely you did not kill him for shits and giggles.

[assassino]

[He fixes Molotov with a rather unimpressed look.]

Mol, this is the first time we have quarreled. I will not abandon her over the first.

[molotov]

You can look at me that way all you want, but it does not change the fact that she is considering "abandoning" you over something that really is none of her damn business.

[assassino]

It is her business when her boyfriend will punish her for my actions.

[molotov]

Then he should not be her boyfriend. But that is her decision, and something she has to deal with, not take out on you. I swear to god, Ezio, you are somehow always caught up in stupid fucking teenage dramatics. You are a grown man.

[assassino]

I don't fucking enjoy it, Molotov.

[molotov]

[She sighs and takes another hit off her bottle before pulling herself up to go to him and cuddle him. Forcibly, if necessary. Ezio is always less fucking pouty and annoying when Molotov gets her arms wrapped around his neck.]

Then stop doing it. Kroshka, no one is suggesting you drop her like hot coal, but she chose her relationship with someone else over her friendship with you, and now she is letting you wallow in misery over it? When she is ready to grow up and act like an adult, she will know where to find you.

[assassino]

[Ezio is prepared to shove her off, but predictably, he doesn't –– there's not much room for the two of them in his armchair, but he can make it work. Instead, he just sighs and leans his cheek against her shoulder.]

I don't know what the fuck she expected. I should have been honest with her, I suppose, but I cannot fathom what she was thinking –– she knew my work, she knew what I would do should I deem it necessary. Was she reassuring Tim that I'd changed, even when I made her no such promise?

[molotov]

[Also that would have been WAY RUDE and pretty much guaranteed no more future cuddles ever!]

And why should you change at all? You are not one of the crazed madmen we have running around, killing at random and for fun. Tim [her tone is sneering and mocking] has no right to demand that Stephanie impose his morals on you. A teenage boy's morals, feh. He would have you masturbating furiously into a sock before he would have you impose your justice, I suppose.

[Molotov is stroking his hair and resting her cheek against his head. Poor baby.]

[assassino]

[That feels nice, at least. Ezio wraps his arms around her waist.]

That is not how I would have put it, but it is true nonetheless.

[molotov]

So see? This is Stephanie's problem to solve, not yours to be miserable about. She knows where to find you when she comes to her senses. My poor lapushka, you need to stop letting these little girls hurt you like this.

[assassino]

I am not hurt.

[Just caught in a fierce Byronic sulk, but you know. Technicalities.]

[molotov]

[She gives his ear a little pinch.]

Fine, fine. Stop letting them make you all pouty.

[assassino]

I will try.

[He scowls.]

I will still need to see this through, however.