paradisa | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

[No more Cesare. Stephanie knows she shouldn't be too happy about this, but she's definitely not devastated. No more Cesare means no more Ezio thinking about killing him, or arguments about what Cesare may or may not be up to--which was a whole lot of nothing, apparently. It's a relief.

Lucrezia will be sad, of course, and that bothers Stephanie. But she'll see her brother again one day. It's better she be sad about him going home than him being killed by Ezio.

Ezio, on the other hand--Steph isn't really sure what to expect as she heads upstairs to his room and tries the door. It's usually unlocked.]

Ezio? It's Stephanie... you in?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Shh, don't tell anyone.

I doubt it would surprise anyone. Who aren't you kind to?

Good question.

Still, can't let EVERYONE know I'm this nice.

They might all want pettings and alcohol.

And then you would get less.

Precisely.

Say, why have your people not invented an alcohol that does not make for hangovers?

[She rubs his neck.]

Hangovers are just a part of life. Time to reflect on bad decisions. Or, in this case, to keep you out of trouble for a little longer.

Your devious plan to keep me from trouble, I see.

Pretty much. Can you blame me?

No. I was going to work in the city tonight.

[And potentially run into Tim? Oh, thank you, foresight.]

Maybe tomorrow night, if you're up to it.

We will see how terribly drunk you get me.

Less drunk than you'd get yourself, don't worry.

Just promise to forgive me tomorrow.

That depends how doting you are, as my nurse..

How doting do I need to be?

The most doting you could be.

I'll fluff your pillow and make sure you can't roll off of your bed. There we go.

And then I shall be lonely.

I could make an exception and stick around, if it's to take care of you.

[With a great divider of pillows between them. Or maybe she'll just hang out on the sofa once he gets into bed.]

If you cannot, then at least fetch Lana before you go. She will likely be cross, though.

I don't really wanna let this reach her ears. Getting someone's boyfriend drunk is generally not a good thing.

[She slips back next to him.]

It's up to you, though. I can go get her if you want. I can take a lecture.

[He reaches for the bottle.]

She'll be cross at me, too. She does not approve of drinking.

[He puts a hand on Steph's thigh.]

You should just stay, then.

Alright. Just like old times. Except not exactly. [Before, she never really felt guilty about it.]

Unfortunately.

No, not unfortunately.