forward dated to ~*~*the future*~*~! or... the weekend.

[secondchances]

I'm gone for forever, traveling rivers and jungles and fighting dinosaurs, and then I don't even get welcome back from you? Rude. That stings. I thought we were friends.

[Kidding, of course! She's sure Ezio's been doing what Ezio does.

Please be in a good mood. Pleasepleaseplease.]

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[secondchances]

[She squeezes his hand. Poor baby.]

What are you going to do now?

[assassino]

I do not know. I will have to talk to her eventually.

[secondchances]

Are we going to have to do a conversation role play?

[assassino]

I do not think so.

[secondchances]

You know what you're gonna say?

[assassino]

I will inform her that if she had true affections for me, she would not attempt to see me unhappy. I will also ask her to either obey her brother's wishes or defy them, and stop teasing me in the middle.

[Not that he hasn't enabled that entirely, but...]

[secondchances]

What if she defies them?

[Not that Stephanie thinks that Lucrezia would ultimately give Cesare the middle finger.]

[assassino]

[scoff]

I wouldn't accept the love of someone willing to destroy what I love. If she is willing to do that, she would certainly be willing to manipulate me in other ways.

[secondchances]

[Good boy.]

That's what I wanted to hear.

[assassino]

[Hmph.]

Lucrezia can take the credit for that thought.

[secondchances]

[She gives Ezio a look.]

Really?

[assassino]

[Confused]

Hmm? I am saying it is her own actions that have caused us to think this way.

[secondchances]

Guess we all had some secrets from each other.

[assassino]

Have you and I kept secrets from one another?

[secondchances]

I didn't tell you the Batgirl thing right away, though that's not something I follow up introductions with.

[She looks elsewhere. What interesting decor!] And I didn't mention my first encounter with you for a while, but thaaaaat wasn't important.

Can't say I really have anything. [Aside from Cesare knowing about the letter. Maybe she forgot to mention that because it's not important, either.]

So you tell me.

[assassino]

[He ponders for a moment, torn between asking about their "first encounter" and what he might have hidden from her. Like, say, Johanna.]

I am very honest with you.

[He looks away from her hand and up to her face.]

What else do you know of me when I am older?

[secondchances]

Good. I'm glad. [She hasn't had any reason to distrust him. Take that, Kate. It's been nearly a year--a long time in Paradisa--and Ezio's been nothing but a good friend, honest about his feelings regarding... well, lots of things. Even if it led to arguments. Sometimes Steph has her doubts, but she's sure Ezio wouldn't hide anything MAJOR from her.

... probably. Why would he?

She frowns a little as she thinks.]

Not much. You were polite, but that's all I was able to gather. Maybe more... reserved? Quieter? But then again, we weren't friends. We'd never be hanging out like this. You were just stalked by Damian and I tried to make sure he didn't cause too much trouble.

What made you ask?

[assassino]

[There are a lot of reasons why he wants to know, but most of them are weird to talk about to someone who usually jokes about his "conquests". He gives her the most lighthearted reason:]

Molotov gets annoyed with me sometimes and I fear she'll get this idea that I am much more likable in my old age.

[And teasing:]

You would not open your lap to an older man?

[secondchances]

I don't know enough about older you to judge, but I'm sure you're... equally... likable? [Err, wait.] She might just like calmer people. Not that you're not calm. Slower? Not in a bad way--I have no idea what I'm saying. You're Ezio no matter what age, and I doubt you really change THAT much to be able to choose one over the other.

[Ahem.]

You're older enough already. It gets weird if you have gray hair and wrinkles. [Going for his nose again. It's just too easy.]

[assassino]

I would hope not.

[He doesn't stop her from going for his nose. He is resigned to his fate.]

Seven or eight years would not be so much older. However, I regret to inform you that I am five hundred years older than you.

[secondchances]

[She laughs.]

So you keep mentioning. Do you want me to get grossed out and shove you off?

[assassino]

No! I am simply hoping that I will still have a chance with a beautiful woman when I am greying.

[secondchances]

You're a good guy. I don't see why not.

There's not too much use in worrying about that here, though. You won't be getting older.

Unless you go home for a while, that is.

[assassino]

It could be very uncomfortable if I did.

[secondchances]

[Ah, that's right.]

Yeah...

[Not sure what to do with that thought.]