paradisa | eleventh. written.

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connor (ratonhnhaké:ton)

eleventh. written.

Today I have been in this place for a year. There is still much I do not understand about its ways as well as the ways of the people who live here, including all of you. There are times where I think I am adjusting, where I think I am understanding, but then something happens and it is clear that I am not.

I am not sure if I will ever understand.

[friends + Assassins]
There is a man here now by the name of Haytham Kenway. Treat him as genially as you like, but I warn you not to trust him. - Connor

[Assassins + Maria Thorpe - Edward Kenway]
He is a Templar. I do not ask for favours lightly, but I will ask you this: Do not kill him for this fact only; there is no point in this world. - Connor

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[Noooo don't laughhh]

What should I do?

[It's so cute!]

You have a few options, but I think you should give her the roses, and then, in a few weeks, once she feels better, talk to her about your feelings. If you do not tell her, she may never know.

I do not know what to say... I would like to be forthcoming but I do not know what words to use.

Just tell her you have feelings for her.

I suppose...

[He doesn't sound convinced! That doesn't sound like a very well thought-out plan!]

[She makes another amused noise.]

I promise. You like to be told the truth, right? So do women. Take her for a picnic somewhere, have a nice time. Then say you need to talk to her about something, and come out with it.

[Stop being amused!!!]

Well... is there something specifically I should say? I do not know how to explain this.

[She can't help it, it's really cute!]

There is no premade speech I can give you, Connor. Just be honest with her, tell her why you like her so much, what makes her special. Is she smart, is she strong, is she beautiful? Tell her all of that. Tell her that you want her to be yours.

[No, he is blushing now, no...

Maybe he sounds kind of muffled when he responds. Maybe he is covering his face with his hands. Maybe.]

Um... perhaps I could start with... um, the gifts...

[Oh no, why is he not with Molotov, she wants to give him a hug! Which would probably not help because it would basically just be a boobies free for all.]

Da, when she comes back, give her the gifts. It will be fine, Connor. It is part of life.