[Feigning innocence, Caterina blinks and pretends not to understand what Ezio wants. Instead she remains seated and tilts her head as if confused as to why Ezio can't enter.]
[And he drops out of sight, grabbing onto the edge of the windowsill before finally getting out of view entirely.
Being the maestro he is, Ezio moves quickly- already making his way past the line of sight from Caterina's window and finding another window that isn't locked. Even better, it's empty, so he slides right in and closes the window once he does so.
But he doesn't come out of the room just yet. No, let's wait to see what Caterina does first. Then he'll make a move.]
[The first thing she does... is unlock the window. Then she goes to her door, opens it, and leans against the door frame, waiting for Ezio. She doesn't know if he'll actually use the stairs, but since he probably isn't coming in through her window, it's likely he'll be entering through the hall.]
But here, he's managed to go to the nearest widow, which happens to be Hope's.
Which connects to a bathroom.
Which happens to connect to Caterina's room.
Molto bene. B)
So Ezio quietly makes his way through the boy's room, careful not to disturb anything in the process, and waits in the bathroom, feet silent as he moves forward. After a quick glance out, he notices she's currently by the door, but he's not going to say anything- not yet.
Not until he creeps up behind her and can only grin with her back to him.]
[It would be nice to say that Caterina coolly turned and grinned at Ezio, but unfortunately for her pride she flinched when Ezio's voice came from behind her and not in front of her like she was expecting.
Damn. Of course, the two rooms were connected by the bathroom... she should have thought of that.
[When she moves away, for a split second confusion crosses his face, and then, concern of his own takes over. Caterina doesn't show concern like that unless it's something important.
So even when her smile returns, his doesn't. Something doesn't sit right with him.
Ezio tilts his head for a moment, pulling back and looking at her with a question in his eyes, one that is said just as easily from him seconds later.]
[And he hesitates. She's referring to the future again, and like Claudia, Caterina knows of something dangerous in the future. Ezio wants to know, wants to know so badly but he can't he can't he can't-
...He's thinking too much, Caterina. Grab him before he completely gets lost in his head. Please.]
[Oh she knows the look on his face. She knows it and she's definitely not about to let him start to brood about things he doesn't even know yet. Muttering Gesù Cristo under her breath she takes hold of his armor and pulls him forward and kisses him.
Oh.
Huh.
She definitely felt something leaving her that time. Must have been whatever she accidentally took from Ezio.]
This is definitely something he should've expected, should've seen coming but was too busy brooding to notice the outside world. Dio mio Ezio what are they going to do with you when you actually go through this and come back.
His current train of thought is derailed as she jerks him towards her and kisses him, body tensing at first due to his instinct as an assassin- to fight if caught. But that ebbs away as his brain suddenly realizes hey, idiota, Caterina is kissing you and you're acting stiff as a plank on a ship, baciarla, stupido! To which he responds in turn and kisses back, pushing back those thoughts of concern and troubled worrying, only focusing on the moment right now.
...and that feeling of his healing power returning is one of the oddest things he's ever encountered since being here. Madre del Dio even after two months he is still being surprised by things in Asgard every day.
To which he gently pulls away, not because of brooding, but to smirk back at Caterina with an 'I told you so' look.]
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[AND OH LOOK THERE MAY JUST BE AN ITALIAN SITTING ON YOUR WINDOWSILL how did he even get there.]
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She smiles and waves at him. Hellooooo, Ezio.]
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So that just causes him to smirk, a hand tapping on the glass and head tilting rather innocently.]
Aprire, Caterina.
[He knows she won't. That would be too easy. But he doesn't mind humoring her if that means he can lead her on how he wants to. B)]
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He feigns a moment of looking as if he's in thought, and then motions downwards with his hands.
'Do you want me to use the normal way?'
He's giving you the option to tell him to use the stairs, Caterina. Not like he'll actually listen, but. He's a gentleman. When he wants to be.]
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After all, the window's stuck.]
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[And he drops out of sight, grabbing onto the edge of the windowsill before finally getting out of view entirely.
Being the maestro he is, Ezio moves quickly- already making his way past the line of sight from Caterina's window and finding another window that isn't locked. Even better, it's empty, so he slides right in and closes the window once he does so.
But he doesn't come out of the room just yet. No, let's wait to see what Caterina does first. Then he'll make a move.]
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But here, he's managed to go to the nearest widow, which happens to be Hope's.
Which connects to a bathroom.
Which happens to connect to Caterina's room.
Molto bene. B)
So Ezio quietly makes his way through the boy's room, careful not to disturb anything in the process, and waits in the bathroom, feet silent as he moves forward. After a quick glance out, he notices she's currently by the door, but he's not going to say anything- not yet.
Not until he creeps up behind her and can only grin with her back to him.]
Are you waiting for someone, bella?
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Damn. Of course, the two rooms were connected by the bathroom... she should have thought of that.
Anyway. She'll do that turn and eyebrow raise.]
It seems my fortifications were lacking.
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[LEANING RIGHT INTO YOUR SPACE AGAIN oh hello Caterina.]
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Let's hope so.
So then. I don't recall stealing anything from you.
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Of course you wouldn't. Not willingly, at least.
[Whoops he might just be having his nose be a few centimeters from yours, bella.]
I'm sure we can coax it back out, however.
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Davvero? How?
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Do you have to even ask?
[Sound a little familiar there?]
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But it only lasts a moment. Her smile returns.]
I already did, didn't I?
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So even when her smile returns, his doesn't. Something doesn't sit right with him.
Ezio tilts his head for a moment, pulling back and looking at her with a question in his eyes, one that is said just as easily from him seconds later.]
Tutto bene?
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Sto bene, Ezio. And besides, you asked me not to tell you.
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...He's thinking too much, Caterina. Grab him before he completely gets lost in his head. Please.]
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Oh.
Huh.
She definitely felt something leaving her that time. Must have been whatever she accidentally took from Ezio.]
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Well.
This is definitely something he should've expected, should've seen coming but was too busy brooding to notice the outside world. Dio mio Ezio what are they going to do with you when you actually go through this and come back.
His current train of thought is derailed as she jerks him towards her and kisses him, body tensing at first due to his instinct as an assassin- to fight if caught. But that ebbs away as his brain suddenly realizes hey, idiota, Caterina is kissing you and you're acting stiff as a plank on a ship, baciarla, stupido! To which he responds in turn and kisses back, pushing back those thoughts of concern and troubled worrying, only focusing on the moment right now.
...and that feeling of his healing power returning is one of the oddest things he's ever encountered since being here. Madre del Dio even after two months he is still being surprised by things in Asgard every day.
To which he gently pulls away, not because of brooding, but to smirk back at Caterina with an 'I told you so' look.]
Ci, I think that will do for now, bella.
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