xxi λ birthday

[assassino]

It is my birthday today. I am 29.

Cento di questi giorni per me!

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[secondchances]

[Suddenly uninterested in this joke! Time for a slight subject change.]

Gonna do anything special?

[assassino]

[Oh.......... right.......... whoops........]

Not while we are in this place, but perhaps after.

[secondchances]

Like what?

[assassino]

I do not know, take people to get drinks? It may be difficult, given that most of my friends here are not prone to drinking.

[secondchances]

There are nonalcoholic drinks, you know.

[assassino]

Like water and "soda", but those are terrible compared to wine.

[secondchances]

I'm sorry, Ezio, but wine tastes bad. Really bad.

[assassino]

[APPALLED.]

Never tell an Italian that.

[secondchances]

Every time I've had wine around you, I've never finished it. I've even taken a mouthful and excused myself to the restroom to make it look like I drank at least some of it...

I spat it out into the sink. It still left a gross taste in my mouth, though...

[assassino]

You are such a child, Stephanie. Or should I start calling you bambina?

[secondchances]

Not drinking rotten fruit juice is no reflection on my maturity.

[assassino]

It is not rotten, it is fermented.

[secondchances]

Same thing. Still gross. You'll never convince me otherwise.

[assassino]

Well, I feel the same way about soda. It burns one's mouth.

[secondchances]

Puh-lease. Liquor burns. You big baby.

[assassino]

I am the baby, when you cannot handle something mankind has been drinking throughout all history? Bambina.

[secondchances]

I don't remember saying anything about not handling it, I just don't like the taste. My tastes are awesome and refined, apparently. Bambino.

[YEAH THAT'S RIGHT.]

[assassino]

[... alright, he laughs.

But he's still annoyed.]

Your tastes are far from refined!

[secondchances]

Oh? Why's that, Mr. Fancy Pants?

[assassino]

You eat dried pasta when you could have fresh pasta.

[secondchances]

You're never going to let that go, are you?

[assassino]

Never, bambina.

[secondchances]

Hey, remember when you fell off the roof, busted your ankle, and whined like a big baby?

[assassino]

... I don't remember it happening like that.

[secondchances]

It totally happened like that. But I'm curious as to how you remember it happening.