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Past 3 in the afternoon. The birds near the window are too loud, the Sun rays peeking through are too bright, and the outside breeze is not enough to balance out the suffocating humidity from the heat of the day.

With that in mind you had woken up just about.. recently? After you decided the heat is simply too unbearable to keep enjoying your lazy day in bed? You don't recall the exact time. The amount of sleep you got left you drowsy, your thoughts on your needs and whatever is bothering you.

Speaking of what's bothering you, you REALLY wanted to eat, having not even eaten breakfast today. For some reason you were really feeling like eating spaghetti. You could simply ask Ezio to come around so you can both prepare and cook the pasta dough together; but right now, you could care less how authentic those spaghetti strings are. You are STARVING.

But the hunger wasn't enough to get you out of sleep completely, hence how you found yourself nearly dozing off several times as you were waiting for the water to come to a boil in the kitchen. And that so again after you managed to get yourself on your feet, and you put in a sufficient amount of spaghetti to wait for it to be done.

Realization hit once they were soft and ready. There was still the pasta sauce to do. But they already look enticing enough without it, hence you taking a fork and already at least tasting a few of the spaghetti noodles.

How long were you chewing at them? How long are these pasta noodles? How tired do you have to be that you can't tell? You could swear you've been eating away at the same 3 spaghetto strings for the past hour (it's barely even been a minute), Lady and the Tramp style. Whatever; this brand is tasty in particular. You're almost done with these, you can start working on the pasta sauce after—

Ezio had come out of NOWHERE from your right, giving you a smooch right on the lips, interrupting your thoughts and eating as a result. You looked at him with widened eyes as he pulled away, mouth full of chewed spaghette.

He had the audacity to just look at you with an amused smile, having found you this randomly; having caused your face to slightly flush from surprise and embarrassment; having seen you today in this sweet manner he'd like to see more at times.

But he's feeling subtle today. He'll leave it be for now, snickering to himself as he walks off to work on something else around the place, letting you concentrate instead. You watch as he disappears behind a wall, he himself casting a final look at you as he goes.

Then you turn to look down at the packaging of the spaghetti, picking it up as if searching. Are these cursed?

Wait

No —

If the feeling of the blinding light or taste of the pasta didn't wake you up yet, Ezio sure did now.