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[assassino]

["Clinic," she had begun saying, every time he got too close to her.

He liked a lot of things about Stephanie Brown, so he wasn't going to let a stupid thing like that bother him too much, but he was a little offended that she thought he a) was diseased and b) didn't know anything about protection. Sure, he was from a time where prostitutes could carry bugs, but he avoided those ones. And protection? Pfft. He might not have known about modern protection, but there was pulling out, and ah, tra le cosce. To his knowledge, he'd never gotten a woman pregnant. Why should he worry now?

He'd also pointed out to her that the women he'd already slept with in Paradisa hadn't given him any long lectures about protection nor quizzed him about disease, but she was adamant. Clinic, clinic, clinic.

Ezio wasn't even planning on sleeping with her, and she still demanded he to go to the clinic, no matter what his excuses were.

So, finally, he sulks his way down to the clinic and lets himself in. It's a bizarre place, unlike any doctor's house in his time. Everything seems so nice and clean, and there are no blood stains on the floor. That's nice. And, as Crowley had told him, there is a large mural of Eden on the wall. Interesting.

But is anyone here? If there was no one here, he can tell Steph that there was no one there. That'd be nice.

He has to be able to say he tried, though.]


... Hello?

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[confidente]

[ He laughs, shaking his head. ]

I think you'll be happy to hear that you're doom free, no need to worry about anything falling off or turning green.

[assassino]

[Excuse him while he does that victory fist-in-the-air gesture and grins.]

Vittoria per me! [And then, hands clasped together in thanks.] Thank you, Doctor, you've spared me from a great deal of trouble.

[confidente]

[ Another laugh, he's never seen someone so happy about the fact they are disease free in his life. ]

You're welcome, I'm... happy I could help.

[assassino]

[This is such great news, and he can't wipe the grin from his face, even when he continues:]

I didn't get you in trouble with the old man, did I?

[confidente]

What? No, not at all. [ Well the only trouble was his own making, for the most part. ] I was bound to discover my loss eventually, I should probably thank you for that actually. It's better to know what it is then to be stumbling around in the dark.

[assassino]

Ah, it is your loss? I'm sorry to hear that. But at least it does not prevent your work entirely. I thought you were just embarrassed to admit to still being an apprentice at your age.

[confidente]

[ ...Why. WHY. His jaw locks up, his smile becoming rather strained. ] I'm not a-- [ Breathe, just breathe. No need to get angry about it. ]

Yes, it's my loss. I wouldn't usually blurt out random facts for no good reason.

[assassino]

[Nod.]

I understand.

[confidente]

Right then, if there isn't anything else...? [ Don't you have some celebrating to do? ]

[assassino]

I'll be grateful if I can avoid a visit to a doctor for at least a month, as I spend far too much time in their company in an average year –– no offense intended. Until then, I have, ah... [smirk] "festivities" to attend to, in celebration.

[confidente]

I'd advise against doing anything dangerous then, avoid electronics and high places. [ ...Why does he have a feeling that Ezio is probably going to be back soon?]

[assassino]

Ah, but high places are my favourite! [already on his way out, waving.] A presto, doctor.