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stephanie brown

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Hi. I have this sneaking suspicion that I missed a lot, seeing as it's now January and I think I was kidnapped. So much for my little get together for the new year.

[There's a few metallic clatters here, one of them is drawn out as a ring spins to a slow stop on her desk.]

I also seem to have way more Renaissance-style jewelry than I remember, and that doesn't bode well. Uh, Lucrezia...?

There seems to be a lack of mass confusion, so I'm guessing it was only a few of us that... what? Got stuck in a--I don't even know what that was, really.

Sooooo. Care to fill me in? Anyone? Please tell me I wasn't turned into an old woman or something and just don't remember that.

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I know. Besides, I have way more on you.

Somehow I doubt anyone but you cares about where my cock has been.

Really? Are we really talking about your [FINE SHE'LL SAY IT] cock while I'm eating meatballs?

You said the meatballs part, not me.

And you said the other part. I swear, that always comes up no matter what we're talking about.

[He just chuckles and looks down at his pasta.]

I think it is funny.

I knew you were fifteen. I just had no solid proof until now!

Knew I was fifteen when?

You get such a kick out of talking about dicks. There's no way you're over twenty. I've suspected since the first time you ever chuckled at a conversation about one.

Ah, but I only like talking about my dick... so I am like any other man. What man doesn't?

You're the only man I know who does it in front of me. [Can't and doesn't want to imagine any of the other males in her life huddled together and giggling over dicks.]

That is because I am an honest man.

Shameless, you mean. That's the word you were looking for.

Yes, that too.

[She just smiles and shakes her head. Oh, Ezio :') ]

[He bumps his foot against hers, under the table.]

I am only teasing, dolcezza.

[She bumps his back.]

I know when you're teasing, don't worry.

Good.

And I'll be nice and do the dishes for you.

Ah, such graciousness. In return, I will try to not talk about my cock so much.

Thanks. I've seen it one too many times, so I don't really need to hear about it.

[Tiny smirk.]

[He chuckles and goes back to picking at his dinner.]

I will take that to heart.

You're usually good at listening, so I'll believe you.

I'm glad.

[He leans on one elbow.]

Dolcezza, have you spoken to Lucrezia recently?

[That's an abrupt subject change... OR IS IT? Steph manages to not look concerned. Just hesitantly intrigued.]

I talk to her recently all the time. Why?