#modern.v

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ametdraco

"I believe that about as much as I believe in the Tooth Fairy."

------; "Well maybe I'm exaggerating a bit."

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bellatrixsicarius

She gulped, and looked up at the Mentor Assassin, “My mother, Ezio…she…left me.”

       { Ezio's fell silent and watching Maya for a moment. He knew he said the wrong thing to her, but how was he to know about her mother? Not knowing much about the Assassin's under him at all, he knew at this point he should keep his mouth shut. }

                      -------; "What do you mean she left you?"

[ilmaestroauditore-blog]

"Why are you pointing that gun at me?"

———; “Because how do I know you’re really trustworthy?”

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ametdraco liked for a starter!

---------; "Do you think you can help me with something?"

[ms-maryread]

"I ain’t cleanin shite" her voice mused hiding her laughter swatting his hand away "I slaved over that cake. Ya can d’it yerself."

Such a pity seeing good cream painted on the floor. By now, surely Mary has man arms from whisking heavy cream to a light whip. Ezio should be fortunate it’s not carpet, a hell of a time it would be to clean. Upon this, an idea popped within her cranium, acting rather than hiding. Icing never looked so good on someone’s face. A Neanderthals unibrow is what had her laughing. Bending down to swipe and smear the icing on his face was my hard at all, not when he just stared there in disappointment. Not like she would care of the repercussions.

“Ya look good mate”

[ilmaestroauditore-blog]

    She thought she was so cheeky, smearing that cream over his forehead. Truthfully, he was laughing on the inside but he kept his stern demeanor as true as he could. Mary thought herself invincible when she was around men, but her tricks didn't work with him. He knew how to get her rattled, and dammit, he was not going to start cleaning up after her mess.

       So naturally, Ezio bent down as well. Picking up a handful of the icing in his bare hands and standing straight up to look at her. He grinned and chuckled darkly at the woman as he took steps towards her. Then when she least expected it, he smeared the icing all over her face. After doing so he took a step back,

----------; "Mary, I think you got a little somethin' on your face."

[ilmaestroauditore-blog]

[text] She was very considerate of my needs, she offered me pizza before and after.

{ text: Frenchie } Why are you talking to me about your sexual endeavors. I'm you're Mentor for fucks sake!

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[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

{ text: Frenchie } What a fucking recruit you are...