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[betrayedblade]

...perhaps I miss the old routine a bit much. This new one, while nice and cozy, makes only for a decent vacation. Yes, even despite the odd happenstances here and there. It is too...boring.

[He pauses. He's complaining. And he realizes he's turned the communicator without much thinking about it. He was past due for an update anyway, before he discovered for himself just what sort of energy the device packed, and had been thinking about it before he started in on the complaints of this place. Ah well.]

Boring. Listen to me--complaining like some sort of youngster who has nothing better than to get into trouble every day. I converse much too often with giovani here and start to reminiscence on my old lifestyle as if I could get away with what I used to.

[He sighs.] I am getting old. When you start saying 'I'm getting too old for this' it is well past time you are too old for...things.

...Ugh. Now I'm using circular arguments and boring unto death those silly enough to listen to these devices.

[...]

Though I can't help but to miss the action back home. Not just the routine... but the purpose. What purpose is there here?

Comments

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Or you'll do what exactly, little miss?

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Don't try me, pal. I don't like hurtin' innocent people...assumin' yer innocent in the firrrst place.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. What a good question. Am I an innocent? [He chuckles--darkly.]

No. I believe I am not.

I also believe that for your own well-being you better not try anything. I know where Ezio's loyalties lie better than you.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

...so you do know his name. How?

[ Because believe it or not, she likes the guy. Meaning if you're a threat, she's got her eye on you. ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

Again I say you are not so intelligent for an aspiring patron. You should have more sense than that.

Figure it out for yourself.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

...Hmph. Fine, then; I will. Don't think I'm not keepin' my eye on you.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles.] Oh, I have no fear of that. None at all.

And since you will need as much luck in that feat as entirely possible: buona fortuna, piccola sigorina.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

Good. Just don't do anything stupid, or I'll know.

[ She doesn't really respond to that. URGH something about this man grates and yet it's so familiar B| Which only makes it grate more. ]

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Like father, like son--or in this case: like son, like father.]

You won't even know I exist~.

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

You'd better hope I don't!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[He just laughs softly.]

[najawantsgold.livejournal.com]

[ Which only infuriates her more. So she's not going to turn off her communicator.

She'll SLAM it off.

This is going to be a looong week. ]