Leonardo blinked and turned just in time to see a dark tail whisk into his bedroom. He’d been so frustrated with Ezio after he’d climbed up to the top of his flying machine, and had finally come to the decision to leave the assassin alone for a while. He’d come down after a while, and Leonardo needed to continue studying the Apple so he could change Ezio back. So he’d retreated further into the workshop, and returned to his examination of the Piece of Eden.
He slowly stood, stretching out of the hunched position he’d acquired while writing in his journal. Leonardo had finally managed to get a reaction out of the Apple, the orb flickering lightly in his hand. And while the Apple had begun to show him strange images and impossible things, things that Leonardo couldn’t help but want to record what he could in his journal, there was nothing that even related to fixing Ezio.
The artist shook his head and headed into the bedroom, knowing that he’d been too caught up in what the Apple had been showing him to register Ezio trying to get his attention. The boy was nearly always underfoot, and he felt slightly guilty for ignoring him the way he had. The room was messy, more so than usual. The bed had been stripped of its covers and pillows, the items in question shoved into the far corner by the window. A dark tail was twitching lightly from underneath one of the blankets, the only part of Ezio that Leonardo could see. He wondered when the assassin had the time to drag everything over, having been in the workshop for most of the day. Leonardo shrugged and quickly crossed the room to kneel by the nest.
Adopted 15b/??
He slowly stood, stretching out of the hunched position he’d acquired while writing in his journal. Leonardo had finally managed to get a reaction out of the Apple, the orb flickering lightly in his hand. And while the Apple had begun to show him strange images and impossible things, things that Leonardo couldn’t help but want to record what he could in his journal, there was nothing that even related to fixing Ezio.
The artist shook his head and headed into the bedroom, knowing that he’d been too caught up in what the Apple had been showing him to register Ezio trying to get his attention. The boy was nearly always underfoot, and he felt slightly guilty for ignoring him the way he had. The room was messy, more so than usual. The bed had been stripped of its covers and pillows, the items in question shoved into the far corner by the window. A dark tail was twitching lightly from underneath one of the blankets, the only part of Ezio that Leonardo could see. He wondered when the assassin had the time to drag everything over, having been in the workshop for most of the day. Leonardo shrugged and quickly crossed the room to kneel by the nest.