Ezio looked up from the rug, which she had stared at and memorized it completely stitch for stitch, when Machiavelli came in and approached the three. She noticed how he, like she had as a man, managed to walk past the many courtesans without a single emotion of anything but business on his face. Maybe he had learned it watching her, or vise versa.
"Ezio, come, we must get to the workshop so we can try and fix this issue."
Ezio nodded and before she followed, Claudia had corrected him on the name. Eliza. The name seemed to taunt her like a scar on her waist from fumbling a knife in a dare with Fredrico. It was one of her first scars, and it had been over something so stupid.
Now outside, Machaivelli didn't seem to talk much until half way through the trip. They were passing the Panthion. And Ezio was half stuck in her thoughts, remembering having to climb down from the domed roof.
"So Claudia managed to talk you into a dress?"
Ezio glanced down as she forced the pink from her cheeks. The dress, on top of practically sufficating her, was also low cut and showed off her clevage. Which seemed even more humiliating. Consitering it was one thing to see it, it was a completely different to own them. "Si, but I wish they'd just let me wear my robes."
"I'm sure one of your recruits could spare something." Machiavelli noted.
"I'd rather I didn't." Ezio said in monotone. "I'm sure I can just get something soon." But then again, her money had been stolen by a thief, and the bookkeepers probably wouldn't reconize her.
Machiavelli sighed, "You're too proud sometimes."
With a sigh, she knew he was right. She and Claudia were both headstrong. Maybe a family trait. Correction, it was a family trait. Completely. "I know."
When they arrived at Leonardo's workshop, she found herself greeted by both the artist and La Volpe. The thief was sprawled across the couch, clearly asleep, much to Machiavelli's obvious annoyance. As the last seats available were a chair and Leonardo's stool.
Leonardo had seated himself, so that would leave the two with just that chair. Now consitering the chances of waking up La Volpe and getting their throats cut out for wall decorations would be a higher possiblity than him just sitting up and allowing one of them to sit, it was clear that the couch was out of the question. Which would mean they'd have to work out who would get the chair.
"I call it." Machiavelli cut into her thoughts, already about to sit down.
"Hey! Why do you?" Ezio hissed as she lunged at the chair.
But unfortunately, she was a little late, now with no seats left, she was stuck standing. Which brought up the stupid idea from Machiavelli, after she had grumbled and complained for five minutes, "Why not you just sit on my lap or something?"
Ezio glared at him, "I think I'd rather sit on La Volpe's stomach and risk being lashed at."
"Beggers can't be choosers." The philosopher pointed out. Uhghhh... more of his philosophy and such...
Just to prove him wrong, she walked over to the couch where La Volpe was still sprawled over and seated herself on the older, earning a few sputtered curses of surprise.
"What the fuck! Merda! Ezio! Why are you on me?" The thief questioned as he wriggled underneith in an attempt to escape the added weight.
"Machiavelli took the chair and you're hogging the couch." Ezio stated flattly.
La Volpe shot Machiavelli a glare, and got the responce of, "Do you want Ezio sitting on you, or me?"
Although the fumed thief would have retorted, he groaned in annoyance, "Fine..." A moment or two later he added, "Besides, I kind of like being under here."
Ezio flicked La Volpe square on the forehead with a flat out "No" before leaning an elbow on the arm of the couch. Things were quiet after that, Leonardo not interviening with the little squabbles after that. Until finally he stood with the Apple.
"Ezio, why not you try touching the Apple."
So she did, you know what happened? Do you really wanna know? Are you sure you wanna know? Alright I'll tell you. Nothing. That's right, absolutely nothing. Whcih was much to everyone's disappointment. Leonardo sighed before turning back to the workbench.
"This will be a while." He explained. "Why not you go outside for a little bit, Ezio?"
She sighed before getting off of La Volpe, who had been wriggling about the past hour she had been sitting on him. "Alright. At least you tried, amico mio." SHe was about to least when she realized that Volpe had stood up as well, "Did you get stiff under there?"
La Volpe shook his head as he stretched an arm. "No. I'm just thinking that you shouldn't go out alone."
Ezio was about to protest when Machiavelli agreed to this. She shot him a glare in warning, but it was ignored. Looks like she was stuck with Volpe.