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[This is for anyone who would know (family, Kadaj, Eald, Chloe?, anyone who would try to keep up with him) that by now he's been found and drug back to the hospital (by Kadaj) to get better. He's still horribly sick but there isn't much of a way for him to keep people away other than griping their ears out (when he isn't coughing out a lung) since he's bedridden. He is definitely upset that he cannot keep up with what is happening outside and being sick isn't fun so he's not in the best of moods, not even remotely. But if you want to bug him or update him on what is happening he'll receive you (not that he has a choice). He'd really like it if someone did that last suggestion.]

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Good nature and fun, you mean, baby brother.

[A nudge, before Ezio wanders further into the room. Federico of course follows, standing near, and his own eyes are inspecting their father. It's obvious Giovanni is still not feeling well, anyone could tell that, but how well he's off really? Well, he and Ezio both had no idea. With his own small cold getting better, he could only hope that their father would fair the same. And soon.

He would have asked how he was doing, but Ezio beat him to it.]

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[...]

Better.

[Not quite a line anymore than it was entirely true. He felt miserable but he wasn't getting any worse; and best of all whatever he was being given at the least helped suppress his cough combined with his own will. But he still felt horrible.

Other than that everything just...was. He'd get over it, eventually; till then, he was just frustrated and there was nothing to be done about it.]

I need to track this thread or something because I fail!

[vengefulblades.livejournal.com]

[Again Ezio cannot find words, or more correctly the words he wants to say won't help, so he keeps silent and continues to gaze steadily at his father. He can read some of the small signs of Giovanni's discomfort but he knows there is more to it than just the illness. That feeling of not knowing, of being helpless.

Despite all his new experience and the advantage of years, Ezio finds himself looking to Federico, forever his older brother in his own mind, for guidance expression imploring. 'What do I say? What do we do?'

/pat pat

[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

[And for the first time, since coming to this world and this city, Federico felt like the big brother again. Ezio looking to him for an answer to the awkward silence that had fallen between them and their father. He just gives him a quick smile before stepping up closer to Giovanni's bed, having a bit of a look around, his eyes moving to inspect the bed his father was laying on.]

Better, but not yet well. [He places a hand on the side of the bed, tilting his head a bit looking down at his father.]

Since you'll be resting up, is there anything we can do, papa? [He grins a little.] Besides get out of your hair. You kept us away before, we need to at least see you for a few moments, before you shoo us away, no?

someone let me know if I get too cheesy. /headdesks ...and don't ask about the icon IDEK

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Giovanni actually seemed to shrink back when Federico peered down at him; it wasn't a recoil just the natural reaction from disliking admitting that there was actually more wrong with him than he would openly admit. His eyebrows furrow at Federico's cheeky behavior.]

You do realize that as soon as I am out of this bed I am going to pay you ten-fold for whatever nonsense you put me through. [And people wondered where the Auditore brothers got their infectious "pout" from that enabled them to get away with just about anything: their father if today was any indicator. His frown was of the type that knew they were about to get anything and everything they deserved for misbehaving and there was nothing he could do about it but accept it.] If anything will ever turn my hair grey early it will be you two. [But he grinned at the last.]

I think there is no "too cheesy" indicator with the Auditores.

[vengefulblades.livejournal.com]

That is if you can catch us first.

[Ezio seemed to perk up at his father's response and Federico's nonchalance in handling the situation did wonders for whatever road block was holding him back. He crossed to the other side of the bed and actually took a seat on the bed near Giovanni's knees. He smiled, all innocence, up at the older assassin.]

I like to think of more like we keep you on your toes, we prevent grey hairs, really. Right Federico?

Never. Nothing is ever too cheesy for them.

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Si, prevent that and keep you young and spry. [Not that he was saying you were old, Giovanni... but he wasn't saying you were young.]

Though there will be no pay back for our misbehavior until you're well and able. [In which he wonders how long that will be.] The dottori, how long do they say you'll be here, papa? How long until they decide we can drag you home? [A soft chuckle.] Or until you think yourself well enough and you come home on your own.

Oh, good.

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[Gee, thanks you two. :|]

I do not know, I did not listen to them when I was first dragged in here. [His eyes dart anyway and he shrugs nonchalantly.] I will leave when I feel like it and not a moment later. That is that.

[vengefulblades.livejournal.com]

[We love you papa!]

Of course, I would expect nothing less from you. And I do not doubt that you'll know when the time is right but...
[A pause where he smiles, not without a bit a worry behind his eyes, but still Ezio is working to stay positive here. No need give his father any more reason to want to leave bed too early when he needed rest and any uneasiness on Ezio's part could tip the scales.]

We are here if you need anything father. Say the word and it will be done. [Oh wait! An idea!]

Do you want us to bring you your chess set? You whip a little humbleness back into Federico. [Smiiiirk at you bro.]

[is-the-eldest.livejournal.com]

I already had Eald whip plenty of that into me, idiota. Though a refresher game with either of you would do me some good, I don't doubt.

[He grins at Ezio.]

If I want to be schooled I can play papa, but if I want to school someone, I can play you, baby brother.

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[He just sighs and shakes his head, but there is just the barest hint of a smile on his lips.]

I am too tired to play right now, Ezio. But I will watch.