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[ I wanted to like … say ’*picks you up*’ but that’s .. .that’s just a funny image is it Zev is a grown ass man– ]

it’s not so weird if teodor picks him up right (actually it’s still weird but yeah)

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Pale eyes watched him beneath his hood, while his hand fell behind him. There was a rip of fabric before it was shoved it into Teodor’s hands. ‘ Press it, officer. ‘

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He rapped the door loud enough for either the artist or the apprentice to hear.

       The apprentice comes quickly to open the door, opening his mouth to make a scene--until he sees who it is. “Ufficiale--” 

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   ‘ Do you mind ? ‘ Lupo looked exhausted beyond words. The assignment had proved extensive, vigorous and grueling. Another assignment awaited him and he knew if he even considered sleep, his knees would betray him in the middle of it.  

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7. Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

A quiet noise of irritation left Joe’s throat, eyes rolling as his “instructor” stepped behind him, hands falling on his waist and nudging him to the right by a fraction of an inch.

“With such a small space of difference, I don’t see how it could possibly matter.” A sigh left him as he stood straight, lowering the rapier while Teodor came to stand in front of him, silver eyes on the officer.

“I do appreciate you honouring my request of teaching me to fence, but I’m starting to think that I’m not patient enough for it.”

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Lately it wasn’t very often that Leonardo had visitors -- and it wasn’t often that he realized he had visitors, too. As cluttered as the workshop was, it was easy to find a half-finished project buried under other half-finished projects, clamoring for his time and concentration.

So when he looked up from an extension for Ezio’s blade to find that he wasn’t alone in the room Leonardo did a double-take.

“-- Officer Viscardi,” he smiled, discreetly pushing the blade out of view. 

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He was unfamiliar with the ranks among the roman templars - and why wouldn’t he be? It was the same Order, yes, but hardly similar in their methods - but he was assured he would be met by one of Cesare’s most trusted agents (and thus his superior) upon his arrival in Rome. Why prince Ahmet had sent him back to the Apennine Peninsula, he could only speculate. Perhaps they lacked a proper entertainer in Rome? Possible.

Still, if he was to be the liaison between Rome and Istanbul, so be it. Dulcamara straightened his outfit as best as he could after setting foot on the docks, trying his best to look presentable, as if he hadn’t wasted weeks on board of some lousy ship. Now all that was left was to find this... officer Viscardi. The jester was unfamiliar with the officer but he had faith they would meet very soon.

After all, Dulcamara was everything but discreet.