xxv λ empty beds

[assassino]

---- Filter to Stephanie Brown and Molotov Cocktease ----

[written.]

I will make this brief. I am trying to be a better man, which I am sure will please both of you.

From this point on, I will no longer seduce:
I. Married women (save particular circumstances)
II. Women younger than sixteen
III. Prostitutes (save social occasions)

Punch me if I stray from these terms.

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Comments

[molotov]

I saw your dumb hood, and I am not impressed, Ezio. It did absolutely nothing to hide your identity. In fact, I knew who you were based on your voice, which is even more identifiable than your smug Italian face.

[assassino]

I'd be insulted if you didn't recognize me, after all the time we have spent together.

[molotov]

My point is that it is not necessary to have spend that much time with you to recognize your voice or face.

[assassino]

Then explain how I have survived ten years, hmm? Whatever your argument, it does not matter when what I am doing works.

[molotov]

People looking out for you, I would suspect.

[assassino]

My allies do a lot, but I am perfectly capable on my own. They would not have initiated me into the Brotherhood if I wasn't.

[molotov]

Don't overestimate yourself.

[assassino]

[Scoff]

[molotov]

Do you want me to prove you need the help?

[assassino]

Go ahead and try.

[molotov]

Fine. From now on, you will not hear another word from me until I am beating your face directly into the ground. You will not know it is coming. You cannot hide. Don't even try and run. Let's see how you do against someone to fear when you do not have freak nuns and petty thieves watching your back.

[assassino]

[Laugh.]

I do not doubt your skill, Molotov, but that would not prove anything. We're two of two hundred people. There are easy modes of communication everywhere. You already know where I live, look and sound like. Don't bother.

Just accept that I know more about my own life than you do.

[molotov]

I also know that you are immature and prone to hyperbole and that you are a sex addict.

[assassino]

Molotov, by the way you nag and fuss over me and insult me, you'd think you were my wife instead of Samson's.

[Also, he doesn't know what hyperbole is.]

Even if I am all those things, why do you consider me a friend if everything I do vexes you?

[molotov]

Oh nyet, because if I were your wife, I would also fuck your brains out multiple times a day, but that clearly is not happening. This is just life advice and calling you on your bullshit. And I do not exactly know why I like you. Probably because I think you could be a better man if you changed your ways.

[assassino]

[On his end of the journal, his face is against the desk. Ughhhhhhh. He lifts his head just enough to talk without sounding muffled:]

Well, I am trying. That was the point of this, but I suppose not.

[molotov]

It was a good effort. But it was just window dressing, Ezio. You are not actually trying, which is why you wrote in so many loopholes and ways to argue.

[assassino]

A start still counts.

[molotov]

You didn't actually start. You made a half-assed list.

[assassino]

Fine, fine.

But I'm starting now.

[molotov]

What are you starting, exactly? Specifics.

[assassino]

Not sleeping with married women, or women under eighteen. Or prostitutes.

[molotov]

Regardless of circumstances.

[assassino]

... Regardless of circumstance.

[molotov]

Good boy.