xxvi λ infidelity

[assassino]

I've heard that you know.

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Ezio forever >:[

[samson]

[Wow, it takes so much effort not to just slam the journal shut like a little girl!! Instead, though:]

Yep.

[assassino]

[Ezio's feeling pretty chill, all things considered.]

Well, then, go home to your wife. She is yours, after all.

[samson]

Yeah. Why? What do you get out of it?

[assassino]

Your wife is a good friend of mine. I don't like seeing her moping because her husband is being a bastard over a stupid drunken mistake. It's a husband's duty to satisfy his wife and see to her troubles.

[samson]

Look, I don't think you get to lecture me about duty and friendship, Ezio.

[assassino]

My intentions have been clear from the beginning, Brock, you know that. I am not exactly subtle.

But regardless, I am through with married women, so unless you intend to leave her, you will not see any more trouble from me.

[samson]

You're through with ... since when? Since after you messed around with my wife?

[assassino]

It was one kiss, and then she started ranting about how good your cock is and how only you could satisfy her, so I would not describe it as "messing around."

[samson]

Two.

[assassino]

I'm Italian, Samson, that first kiss was "hello."

[samson]

[..............................I'm sure you saw this coming] So how many times did you say hello to my wife before?

[assassino]

With a kiss? Never. If I had, I'm sure Molotov would have thrown herself off a bridge from guilt by this point.

[samson]

Whatever. She didn't even say anything until I bothered her enough. And you didn't say anything either, dick.

[assassino]

Because she was ashamed of herself. Also, would you not be unhappier hearing it from me?

[samson]

I wish somebody would have said something so I wouldn't look like such an idiot, yeah.

[assassino]

And she did say something eventually, did she not?

I think you are both making a fuss over something insignificant. It was a drunken kiss, nothing more.

[samson]

If you kept your dumb hands to yourself, we wouldn't have anything to "make a fuss" about in the first place.

Whatever. I'm not even mad at her.

[assassino]

If you are not mad, why are you in the cabin instead of her arms, and why is she moaning to me that you'll leave her and how terrible this all is?

[samson]

[Because both Brock and Molotov are enormous children and stubborn as fuck, that's why.....]

Ugh. Because I shouldn't have to go crawling back to her. I didn't do anything wrong.

[assassino]

Only weak men crawl back to their women. Strong men go back on two feet, with no uncertainty.

It was just a kiss, Samson. You're still the only one fucking her.

[samson]

Okay. That still doesn't make it cool what you two did. Like, believe me, if I was really pissed about it, I would have killed you already. I'm just irritated.

I'm not leaving her or anything stupid like that, she just overreacts.

[assassino]

Good.

[samson]

So did she ask you to come talk to me, or what? For real.

[assassino]

No. I came to you of my own volition.

[samson]

Okay. So if you care that much about her happiness or whatever, don't pull that shit anymore.

lol wrong thread

[assassino]

I told you I am done with married women, have I not?

ezio stop being psychic, dang

[samson]

Right ... [he doesn't sound that convinced!!!! mostly because Brock didn't make a vow to stop messing with married women until he actually got married, whoops.]

What changed your mind? Don't tell me it's this whole thing.

hehe

[assassino]

In the past five or so months, I have engaged with three married women, and my friendships with two of them have been soured. While I obviously have not slept with your wife as I did the other women, I do not want to risk losing my friendship with Molotov.

Also, I'd enjoy having you as an ally.

[samson]

['Enjoy ... having......' is Ezio hitting on him now NO BROCK stop it, that's not what he's saying.]

Not like there's much to ally ourselves against anyway. But nah, we're cool. I've been friends with bigger assholes than you.

[assassino]

[He chuckles.]

I'm glad.

[And...]

Actually, you remind me of a friend of mine, named Bartolomeo –– he is also a mercenary and a rather large man. You have Molotov and he has Bianca. The only difference is that Bianca is his sword, not a real woman.

[samson]

Well, Molotov's the mercenary. So I guess that makes me the sword. [Or the woman. Whatever.]

[assassino]

Even so.

[samson]

So he's a good guy, Bartolomeo? [he kind of butchers that name, whoops]

[assassino]

"Good" is terribly relative, you know.

[samson]

Alright. He's somebody you'd want here when stuff gets weird?

[assassino]

Of course.

[samson]

Then I'll take the comparison.

[assassino]

You're welcome.

[samson]

Yeah. [read: thanks for not actually fucking my wife and also being so concerned for her.]

[assassino]

[Aww, bro :')]

I should buy you a drink sometime, anyway.

[samson]

["You can buy me a drink as long as you don't try to kiss me too" is what he should say, but Brock is just not that playful.]

Yeah, cool. What do you drink, wine or whatever?

[assassino]

Wine or beer, usually, but I have been introduced to others since arriving here.

[samson]

Okay. So you know how to do shots?

[assassino]

No. Will you show me?

[samson]

Yeah, no problem.

[assassino]

Bene.

[Also Known As: How Ezio Ended Up So Drunk He Dressed Up As Michelangelo's David]

[samson]

[A good job all around, A+ team]

[assassino]

[Aww, yeah, gettin' plastered efficiently.]