But did he really have to? Amber eyes warily glanced to the familiar blonde man and wanted to scream as this better not be a constant thing. First Altair, then Malik, now this. Can he get any more stressed out and haywire? If only this whole shit show was just another vivid Bleeding Effect Desmond could handle this. The idea of foaming blood at the mouth and convulsing on the sidewalk back to his apartment would be better handled then being in a timeline he was barely familiar with.
Now do not get him wrong, from what tidbits Desmond had experienced from Ezio’s memories is that Leonardo had been an impressive guy. Though his situation would be less freaky if he didn’t also look like his Italian ancestor. The last time this happened the novice thought he was going to die. Can’t blame him.
But then again his fear could be held up enough that he still refused to step out of their poorly chosen hiding place, somewhere between a rock and a hard place. In short, a corner of the wall barely blocked my some various sized wooden crates. Killer plan, Sure the Artist slash inventor would surely not stab him in the face like certain others, but still.
Okay just calm down, he could do this right? Maybe- Probably not. Obviously unlikely from how his teeth were grinding and gut tight. Gloved hands squeezed at the rough material of some makeshift cloak he managed to snatch before someone found him out. Better than walking around in modern clothing and drawing too much attention- well he managed to do so anyway when some guards spotted his look-alike’s face and tailed him for a few blocks. A short summary of how he even crammed himself into a small space.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. If you can give me a moment I’ll gladly part ways.”
Ugh, his Italian is nowhere near as perfect enough like their Arabic, but it’ll be good enough to talk and understand. Even if he had some words a little wrong. This brought even more light to the situation that this darker haired man is a foreigner. Bit of a lost one at that.’
Oh? What do we have here? Though cautious, curiosity beckoned the artist forward and with a small step too, so as to not scare off the new intriguing person. Candle light would be much welcome to frighten away the shadows back to the corner. But Leonardo respected the man’s decision to remain hidden. He may be hiding from some guards.
Although, there was something remarkably familiar about the stranger’s affinity for hiding places and sneaking around. Leonardo mused for a second, stroking his growing beard with gentle fingers. Ah hah! That stubbornness rivaled that of Ezio Auditore. Perhaps this was one of his friends? Assassins tended to be quite reserved, he noticed.
A warm smile found a home on his gentle face, and carefully, Leonardo stepped to the side, giving his back to the crate, intent on keeping his eyes on the busy street. No guards just yet. But they make their rounds, and the stranger isn’t safe here.
“You don’t have to come out if you don’t want to.”
He speaks softly, so as not to draw attention. He waits for a moment as a number of men and women trail past. He gives a polite nod. As soon as they’ve gone, Leonardo taps on the wooden crate beside the hidden man.
“But I could use an extra pair of arms to carry these tools back to my workshop. If you would be so kind.”
