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[All things considered, Ezio has had a busy day, but now he's out and about. He's hit up a dozen or so stores in town, mostly for painting frames and books, and perhaps you've see him running errands.
Later, however, he will be sitting down at his desk to scrawl out:]
I seldom write in this journal. I think that is funny; for every boy who knows how to write, three sit without education, and here I squander my gifts and ignore books. My sister does more writing than I do, and her talent is a rarity amongst women!
It has been more than a year since I have arrived –– closer, still, to thirteen months -- and each day I learn new things about the future, history, science, and even the human body. I do not think many days have passed in the past four hundred that saw me sitting idle and failing to learn!
Yet still, when I spoke to a young woman the other week, she was hard-pressed to believe that I would return to my time, forsaking the knowledge and science and hygiene of the future. I prefer the conventions of my time, and my culture, and I have work to do. So, I wonder, then...
How many of you would go home with another, to their time instead of yours?
I'm going to miss plumbing. I think that is what you call it –– "plumbing." Even after all this time, sometimes it is fun to turn on the "tap" simply to marvel at its convenience. It is a wonder there is so much water about without the streets being flooded like the canals of Venezia.
And I have such good memories of the miracles of showers, with thanks to some of the beautiful women in this castle.
E. Auditore.
Later, however, he will be sitting down at his desk to scrawl out:]
I seldom write in this journal. I think that is funny; for every boy who knows how to write, three sit without education, and here I squander my gifts and ignore books. My sister does more writing than I do, and her talent is a rarity amongst women!
It has been more than a year since I have arrived –– closer, still, to thirteen months -- and each day I learn new things about the future, history, science, and even the human body. I do not think many days have passed in the past four hundred that saw me sitting idle and failing to learn!
Yet still, when I spoke to a young woman the other week, she was hard-pressed to believe that I would return to my time, forsaking the knowledge and science and hygiene of the future. I prefer the conventions of my time, and my culture, and I have work to do. So, I wonder, then...
How many of you would go home with another, to their time instead of yours?
I'm going to miss plumbing. I think that is what you call it –– "plumbing." Even after all this time, sometimes it is fun to turn on the "tap" simply to marvel at its convenience. It is a wonder there is so much water about without the streets being flooded like the canals of Venezia.
And I have such good memories of the miracles of showers, with thanks to some of the beautiful women in this castle.
E. Auditore.
Ezio.
Let's not get carried away.
Tim
Who said anything about getting carried away?
Ezio.
It's the little things in life, really.]
I'm just making sure it's understood that while I agree with some of the things you said, I don't agree with everything.
Tim
[He's joking. Most women aren't, and that's just the way he likes it.]
Ezio.
Tim
Is that so?
Ezio.
Tim
Ezio.
Tim
Ezio.
Tim
I suppose I can find time for that when I am not busy with my lady friends.
Ezio.
Tim
Ezio.
Tim
Do not worry, you need not lecture me on any dangers involved. Stephanie has long since seen to that.
[He knows who you are... Tim.]
Ezio.
Good, sounds like someone had to.
[p.s. don't go creeping around Steph, Ezio.]
Tim
If you think so little of me already, curiosity would have me ask what you think of the women who go to bed with me.
Ezio.
Hey, all I said was it sounded like someone had to help you with slowing down. You are the very one who was just saying you needed to stop bedding so many women.
Tim
Ezio.
Tim
[Ezio shrugs, on his end. Might as well get down to business.]
So what has Stephanie told you about me?
Ezio.
Tim
Ezio.
Tim
Ezio.
Tim
this icon was uploaded just for you, Ezio.
HAHAHAH i love it
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