“Bene, I suppose that makes se – wait, what?” Ezio's eyes widened. There was just no way that he had heard that right. The young man didn't have long to mull over it though, because a moment later there was a sharp knock at the door.
Quickly, Leonardo folded up the paper he had been reading in his hands. He gave a cheesy grin to a dazed Ezio before he tossed the paper back into a drawer, and then proceeded to answer the door. Ezio saw the artist stiffen a bit before he opened it, taking in a deep breath and plastering another forced smile across his face. When Leonardo finally did open the door, his voice was strained and his posture was rigid.
“Michelangelo. How nice to see you again, my friend.”
“Leonardo. I wish I could say the same,” replied a gruff voice. There was a short pause, but when Leonardo spoke again, he carried on as if he hadn't heard the other man's jab.
“Please, come inside,” As Leonardo moved to the side to let Michelangelo in, Ezio analyzed him.
Michelangelo looked to be around Ezio's age, maybe a year or two older. Leonardo hadn't been lying about that crooked nose, apparently. Other than that minor flaw, the man had sharp, angular features that made him look severe and important. His hair was dark and curly, his eyes were brown and deeply set, and he seemed to be in better physical shape than both Ezio and Leonardo combined.
Ezio's train of thought was brutally assaulted though, when Michelangelo began to speak.
“And who is this?” the man questioned with a little less venom. His mouth was drawn into an almost permanent frown which made him kind of daunting as he stared down at Ezio.
“I am Ezio Auditore. It is a pleasure to meet you,” Ezio replied, smiling a little as he did so.
“Ezio, this is Michelangelo Buonarroti,” Leonardo cut in, introducing Michelangelo with haste. If Ezio weren't so awestruck by the serious boy, he would have been impressed by Leonardo's ability so say his name so quickly.
The other artist seemed irritated. “I am no child. I can answer for myself.”
“My apologies.” Leonardo sounded more numb than apologetic. He led Michelangelo further into the room, and gestured towards the lounging seats. “Now, if you would like to take a seat? I was hoping we could get to business right away.”
“Hmph. How unlike you, Leonardo. Usually you put things off until the very last minute. I am willing to bet a thousand florins that, judging by the dark bags under your eyes, you did not even begin to organize this poor excuse of a workshop until yesterday. Even though we have been planning my visit for a full month, you still are as much of a procrastinator as you'll ever be.”
Ezio was shocked and a little disgusted. Sure, Ezio got into all sorts of trouble, but he always paid due respect to those who demanded it. But this boy had no trouble whatsoever putting Leonardo down, despite the fact that Leonardo was older and much more experienced than he was. Ezio could tell that the artist was trying his best to remain calm and polite, but he knew that not even Leonardo could keep that up forever.
Leonardo flinched, but kept on smiling. “Ahaha, Michelangelo, you have always been such a... character.”
Michelangelo did not smile back at the artist, but did take a seat in one of the seats. He then flickered his gaze over to Ezio who shifted uncomfortably. What? It wasn't like Ezio was intimidated by the boy, or anything of the sort. Of course not.
“Despite your irritating habits, I must admit that your taste in friends is most acceptable, Leonardo,” Michelangelo commented, his frightening frown twisting momentarily upwards into a tiny smirk. “You must model for me some time, Messer Auditore. You have a very handsome face.”
Ezio was caught off guard (and maybe even a little unnerved) by that statement, but he offered a charming grin anyways. It didn't matter that Ezio disliked this boy. Once a flirt, always a flirt. “Grazie, but I do not think-”
“Well, then!” Leonardo said a little too loudly, clasping his hands together as he attempted to change the subject. “Is there anything I can get for you, Michelangelo? Some tea, perhaps?”
Michelangelo seemed vaguely amused, but his coldness towards Leonardo remained. “I can do without anything you have to offer.”
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Quickly, Leonardo folded up the paper he had been reading in his hands. He gave a cheesy grin to a dazed Ezio before he tossed the paper back into a drawer, and then proceeded to answer the door. Ezio saw the artist stiffen a bit before he opened it, taking in a deep breath and plastering another forced smile across his face. When Leonardo finally did open the door, his voice was strained and his posture was rigid.
“Michelangelo. How nice to see you again, my friend.”
“Leonardo. I wish I could say the same,” replied a gruff voice. There was a short pause, but when Leonardo spoke again, he carried on as if he hadn't heard the other man's jab.
“Please, come inside,” As Leonardo moved to the side to let Michelangelo in, Ezio analyzed him.
Michelangelo looked to be around Ezio's age, maybe a year or two older. Leonardo hadn't been lying about that crooked nose, apparently. Other than that minor flaw, the man had sharp, angular features that made him look severe and important. His hair was dark and curly, his eyes were brown and deeply set, and he seemed to be in better physical shape than both Ezio and Leonardo combined.
Ezio's train of thought was brutally assaulted though, when Michelangelo began to speak.
“And who is this?” the man questioned with a little less venom. His mouth was drawn into an almost permanent frown which made him kind of daunting as he stared down at Ezio.
“I am Ezio Auditore. It is a pleasure to meet you,” Ezio replied, smiling a little as he did so.
“Ezio, this is Michelangelo Buonarroti,” Leonardo cut in, introducing Michelangelo with haste. If Ezio weren't so awestruck by the serious boy, he would have been impressed by Leonardo's ability so say his name so quickly.
The other artist seemed irritated. “I am no child. I can answer for myself.”
“My apologies.” Leonardo sounded more numb than apologetic. He led Michelangelo further into the room, and gestured towards the lounging seats. “Now, if you would like to take a seat? I was hoping we could get to business right away.”
“Hmph. How unlike you, Leonardo. Usually you put things off until the very last minute. I am willing to bet a thousand florins that, judging by the dark bags under your eyes, you did not even begin to organize this poor excuse of a workshop until yesterday. Even though we have been planning my visit for a full month, you still are as much of a procrastinator as you'll ever be.”
Ezio was shocked and a little disgusted. Sure, Ezio got into all sorts of trouble, but he always paid due respect to those who demanded it. But this boy had no trouble whatsoever putting Leonardo down, despite the fact that Leonardo was older and much more experienced than he was. Ezio could tell that the artist was trying his best to remain calm and polite, but he knew that not even Leonardo could keep that up forever.
Leonardo flinched, but kept on smiling. “Ahaha, Michelangelo, you have always been such a... character.”
Michelangelo did not smile back at the artist, but did take a seat in one of the seats. He then flickered his gaze over to Ezio who shifted uncomfortably. What? It wasn't like Ezio was intimidated by the boy, or anything of the sort. Of course not.
“Despite your irritating habits, I must admit that your taste in friends is most acceptable, Leonardo,” Michelangelo commented, his frightening frown twisting momentarily upwards into a tiny smirk. “You must model for me some time, Messer Auditore. You have a very handsome face.”
Ezio was caught off guard (and maybe even a little unnerved) by that statement, but he offered a charming grin anyways. It didn't matter that Ezio disliked this boy. Once a flirt, always a flirt. “Grazie, but I do not think-”
“Well, then!” Leonardo said a little too loudly, clasping his hands together as he attempted to change the subject. “Is there anything I can get for you, Michelangelo? Some tea, perhaps?”
Michelangelo seemed vaguely amused, but his coldness towards Leonardo remained. “I can do without anything you have to offer.”