paradisa | (no subject)

I'm surprised you would approve of her before you've even met her.

[No way in hell is he introducing them.]

What is the cost of admission, then?

[Steph's doing a good job of blocking out this part of the conversation.

At his question, though, she shrugs at Lucrezia.]

Do we tell him now or when we get there?

I would not question your judgment. [ She brings her lips closer to his ear and lowers her voice. ] Only her vigor.

We thought you could switch your wardrobe as we have. [ Then she glances at them both. ] But the two of you make such a fetching pair.

[He leans to her so she can whisper, and then he laughs.]

You'd be right to do so... but enough of that, lest we frighten the poor American girl.

[He considers the clothes swapping. He hadn't minded the clothing in Paris too much, but that didn't mean he fancied wearing it when he had the option.]

I suppose it could happen. [sidelong glance at Steph, grin] What do you think of that, mia cara? She thinks we're fetching together.

[Mostly focusing on not stepping on anything, but looking over when they're clearly talking about her. She raises an eyebrow at the both of them. Don't wanna know.]

I think Lucrezia is buttering you up so we can dress you up, too.

[ She laughs. Do they have so little fun across the sea, in the future? ]

I may be. You would look like lovers across time and space.

[Speaking to Lucrezia, but pointedly looking at Steph and leaning in close to her. Hey bb.]

Watch, her face will go bright red... and then's she's going to tell me to go to the clinic.

[She seems to be fighting that blush for a few moments. She's trying. TRYING. SO. MUCH--oh, no. There it goes. She feels her cheeks heat up and shoves her hand into Ezio's face to push him away.

She can guess where that face has been. Ew.]

You guys...

[ She squeals with laughter. Why so cute, Stephanie? ]

So you have had these conversations before?

[He leans away.]

No, she just doesn't approve of my lovers.

It's nothing personal, it's just your... practices, that's all.

And we're so not having this conversation right now.

You have seen them then, Stephanie? [ Because she is so curious. ]

And what is it do you practice, Ezio?

I dare not speak of my practices to a girl who has never taken a lover, Lucrezia.

[Asshole husband doesn't count.]

Ask a woman.

Oh! Look! It's my room! Let's go! [Using one hand to hold her skirt, Steph grabs Lucrezia to pull her over to the door and then into the room. Keep up, Ezio.]

[ She scoffs indignantly. ]

What makes you think-- [ Oh, there goes Stephanie fleeing the conversation, so she runs along. ]

[That prompts him to raise his eyebrows, surprised -- really? -- but then they're headed into Steph's room. He follows. Topic change, he supposes. He'll ask later.]

So, about this admission...

[Phew. Steph taps her chin.]

Modern clothing. It's only fair, since Lucrezia's wearing some. It's an educational experience.

But what to make you wear? That's the question.

[ And she does a little twirl to show off her outfit, to little effect since there are no flowing skirts. Hm. ]

I have seen men wear these same trousers.

Men and women's clothing seems remarkably similar in Stephanie's time.

Gotta love those trousers.

So, a pair of jeans, and... white shirt? Red? Green? [No shirt? Ha...]

[ She does a few kicks. How does one exhibit trousers again? ]

White. White might suit you, Ezio.

[He glances at Lucrezia, keeping a straight face. He could never admit to it, but those coincidental lines make him so nervous -- a feeling he seldom gets, especially not with women. What if she knows?

But ah, well.]

White would be fine.

A while t-shirt and jeans in Ezio sizes, please. [Thank you, castle. Stephanie hands the clothing over to Ezio, then remembers something.

Sigh.]

Ah--right, one last thing. What did you do for underwear in Paris? Boxers, briefs...

[ And Lucrezia only beams at her own obvious aptitude for dressing people up. ]

You mustn't forget the bra, Stephanie.

[He takes them. He didn't wear jeans in Paris -- he wore dressier pants, because he's a classy douchebag.

He raises an eyebrow at both girls.]

I don't know what any of that is, because I didn't wear any.