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[molotov]

Open your door.

[She doesn't even know if he's in his room. Hopefully he is, because outside of his door is cake in a box, and a wrapped giftbox, which contains a very pretty, very unloaded revolver, because why shouldn't Ezio have a gun as frilly as he is? Both are marked "Happy belated birthday".]

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[assassino]

{He takes them out and hands them to her.]

Why do your people not use wax?

[molotov]

[Molotov takes them and opens up the cake, carefully placing the candles into one slice.]

We do. These are special candles, meant for cakes at celebrations.

[assassino]

[Curious, and then something clicks.]

Are they made of gunpowder?

[molotov]

Not exactly. But close. Here, come sit.

[assassino]

[He sits :')]

[molotov]

[Molotov produces a lighter and flicks off the lamp. Everyone knows you light birthday candles in the dark! So she does that, moving back as they spark up :'3]

[assassino]

[Ezio moves his chair back, too, less because he knows what's happening and more because he thinks it might set everything on fire or explode. Would Molotov put a bomb on his cake? He doesn't know, she and Brock do weird things all the time. However, when he looks at Molotov to see her reaction and sees no reason to be alarmed, he relaxes his grip on the arms of his chair.]

It's beautiful, but will it not set a fire?

[molotov]

Nyet. Usually you would blow them out and make a wish, but if you do not want to do that, they will just burn down until the flame extinguishes itself.

[assassino]

[He chuckles.]

I can't imagine what I would wish for. Perhaps for your time's plumbing to be invented and built in mine?

[molotov]

A good wish, but still wasteful. History tells us that.

[assassino]

I do not put much stock in wishes to begin with.

[molotov]

Neither do I, but it still does not hurt.

[assassino]

Well, then. I wish for my family to be here.

[molotov]

Now blow them out.

[assassino]

[he does so]

[molotov]

[She claps a little, smiling.]

There is a song that goes along with it, but I do not sing. Sorry.

[assassino]

[he chuckles]

Why don't you sing?

[molotov]

I can do many things, but singing is not one of them.

[assassino]

Ah, so you are not a perfect being.

[He smiles. Also because she's is inexperienced in bed lololololol.]

[molotov]

When did I claim to be?

[Is this is the story of how Ezio got punched in the face during his birthday celebration? Besides, inexperienced doesn't necessarily equal bad!]

[assassino]

[He is so not mentioning it.]

Ah, so I presumed too much.

[molotov]

[Brock's unbroken body thanks you!]

Nobody is perfect. But I am pretty close.

[assassino]

[chuckles.]

Well, I would not change anything about you.

[molotov]

Thank you, kroshka. Now, eat up!

[assassino]

[He does, and he looks pretty damn happy about it. It's so
goooood... Watch him stuff his face.]