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fess up, vico

While Adamo certainly had a habit of keeping people waiting, he was still a man of his word. He and Vico didn't have any missions to worry about for a good few days, so he took the opportunity to buy that wine he had mentioned to his partner a few weeks back. (Their previous missions had actually treated him pretty well, financially, but that was probably because he had sticky fingers when handling the nobler targets.) Vico had picky tastes, though, and the bottle he bought probably wasn't up to his par, but it would have to do. It wasn't the cheapest, nor the most expensive.

"Vico?" Adamo called as he emerged from the tunnel entrance, turning the corner. The bureau was always quiet by midday, the assassins usually away doing their assigned duties. (Except for a few unlucky ones in the armory who were cleaning. They must've angered Machiavelli.)

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Now that was just unfair. Ever since they were kids, Vico had the kicked puppy card among his hand. It didn't really work with Valentino, but when it came to Adamo, it almost always hit a bullseye. And here he was, thinking he had gotten over such a silly act.

Adamo scoffed, his brow furrowed, almost like he was mad. "Can't you use a straw dummy?"

Tilting his head to one side, Vico innocently asked, "Have you ever had a target who just stood there in conveniently-placed locations? You must be a lucky one, Adamo."

Adamo almost asked sarcastically back if he ever had a target who was his friend, but stopped. He just opened his mouth, and closed it, teeth grinding together as he turned.

"Fine. But I get a turn too."

"That is fair - I can agree to that. But whether or not you can catch me is another matter entirely," Vico said, smirking as he pulled on the armor he had pulled off temporarily and yanking his hood up over his eternally-mussed hair, casting half his face into shadow. Just as he was about to step away from the table, though, a few familiar voices sounded from the armory room - they were not the only recruits idling about today, it seemed.

"Ah, you two have a mission today?" asked one of the other recruits, a dark-haired woman that the Maestro had saved off the streets in the northern district near the Vatican, named Emiliana. Her friend, the infamous brunette Bianca, surveyed the scene with quick with and steadfast eyes to match it. Like Adamo and Vico, the two women were often seen together, commonly assigned to the same missions given their working partnership.

"Or training perhaps?" Bianca questioned, crossing her arms with a smirk. She was a good Assassin, but had the reputation of being rather...upfront about many things, and had a habit of teasing the other recruits rather mercilessly when it came down to it. None were spared of her wrath. "The little conquerer and his friend?"

"Don't call me that!" Vico snapped, frowning.

"Hah," Adamo scoffed. "You'll see." He pulled up his own hood, ready to follow before Vico halted. He looked up to see Emiliana and Bianca. Wasn't it a little early to have finished a mission?

But silently, Adamo cursed that Bianca was among them. She was sure to spur up Vico's aggression, and that would prove him to be much more of a hassle to catch during their 'target' practice. They never got along very well. (Or maybe, he hoped, Vico would lose his judgment through seeing red that he would have the upper hand. Maybe.)

"Training," Adamo cleared up with a smile, stepping forward before Vico could jump at her throat or something. Emilana smiled a little - maybe because Vico's antics were endearing, or maybe because Bianca was funny - but she didn't laugh. "How about you ladies? Back from a mission?

"In the lull of one," Bianca answered, hanging back while Emiliana stepped forwar, amiable where the other was more reserved. "The target is in the middle of Mass, and el Maestro does not think we are capable enough to attack him there." She waved a hand, clearing the air of such a preposterous notion. "Something about 'having experience' and 'knowing how difficult it is,'" she droned, no doubt repeating his exact words, but since she was here, and not causing chaos in the middle of a hundred priests, it was obvious she still took the Grandmaster's advice to heart.

A rare occurence - Vico smiled slightly as Emiliana approached, and as their partners were making small talk, she glanced over at the desk he was standing at, initiating some sort of quiet conversation on her own. She was certainly the least boisterous out of the four of them, and Vico one of the loudest, but he matched her tone and volume easily, and when they finished, she looked up just as Vico did the same, prompting, "Come on then, Adamo. Let's not flirt with the brotherhood too," he said, rolling his eyes and dragging his friend by the elbow away from the scene.

Though Adamo was chatting with Bianca - mostly sarcastic banter - he noticed the sudden silence from his own partner. Well, not silence, but calm; that was even rarer. He only glanced over now and then, as not to disrupt his current conversation with distractions. There was definitely something different than usual.

Just as Bianca was going to demonstrate giving the Maestro a good kick for making them wait on their mission, with Adamo as her practice dummy as well (what luck), Vico called, and Adamo backed up.

"Maybe later, Bianca," he laughed, and probably in spite of Vico's comment, he blew both the ladies a kiss as he was dragged away. "Safety and peace, ladies!"

Vico didn't turn around to see their reactions, but he could hear Bianca's snort of amusement even as they made their way out of the hideout, letting go only when they were outside. "Even the ones you have no chance of getting, Adamo?" he asked, rolling his eyes as he dropped down the first ledge.

"How can I help it when there's a beautiful woman around? Especially two of them," he said with a grin as he followed close behind. "Besides, I think madonna Bianca likes me."

A pause for effect, then he added, "Though I bet madonna Emiliana likes you."

Luckily enough for Vico, his back was turned to Adamo, and even as he flipped around to climb down to the next roof and then the next, he had the walls he was facing to hide his frown. He was blessed with the characteristic of not flushing up to the ears when embarrassed, but anyone looking right at his face would have been able to tell the shift in color on his cheeks. "I hate to tell you this, then, but madonna Bianca's type is a little closer to your tastes than you might think."

Adamo couldn't gauge his reaction from here, but this wasn't the end of that conversation. Not in the slightest. "Oh? Do clarify." The rooftops started to thin out at the edge of Roma, opening to more spacious areas with softer ground of dirt and grass. Thank goodness, because Adamo didn't want to get barreled into the stone streets.

Ahead of Adamo, Vico had already dropped down to the lowest ledge before reaching street-level, but he pulled himself back up, balancing precariously on his elbows on the edge of the platform Adamo was standing on, and raised a brow. "I mean, Emiliana told me that she likes visiting the Rosa in Fiore just as much as you do."

Adamo halted in his tracks, looking down at Vico.

"I thought she was just picking up missions from the courtesans."

Vico chuckled, dropping back down. It wasn't often that he could lord this sort of knowledge over the self-proclaimed-much-more-worldly Adamo, and he clearly reveled in the advantage. "Oh, she was with the courtesans all right."

That fact alone made the information that much more reeling. Adamo looked like a stunned animal, staring with his mouth open.

"I feel like a lot has been explained," he finally answered, jumping down to Vico's level only to pause again, clearly thinking about something inappropriate.

Vico smirked. "Reject you already, has she?" He clapped a hand on Adamo's shoulder. "Don't worry, maybe now the two of you can go visit together - I am sure you'd like that."

Adamo frowned, until another thought hit him. "Or maybe participate together with one of the courtesans. Sounds nice, si?" He grinned and nudged Vico with his elbow.

Vico instantly pulled a face, showing how entirely not nice he fancied that idea. Bianca, at times, struck him as more of a man than a woman, and imagining all three of them, including the (un)fortunate courtesan sandwiched between, was a trail of thought he quickly derailed himself from, for his own sake. "I pity the poor woman who would have to serve both of you at once."

"I think you mean envy, amico," he responded, never short of his self-worth. For practice and safety's sake, Adamo took off his bracers as he checked their surroundings. It looked like some abandoned ruins, without a soul in sight. Sometimes it was amazing how much the dynamic of Roma changed if you took just a short minute's walk in the right direction.

"Maybe you would," Vico shot back, scoffing as he did the same. He had left most of his heavy armor back at Tiber Island, and for how lightly he was dressed, he could have easily passed for a civilian, save for the less-common hood that sat, pulled back, on his shoulders. Of course, a true assassin didn't have trouble blending in no matter what he was carrying on his body, but the two of them were in no need of going to such lengths right now. "Maybe you can ask the courtesan if you can have a turn in the middle. Or maybe she can doll you up, teach you the tricks of her trade. You would probably be of more use to us there!"

Adamo laughed as he set his blades aside on a crumbling stone bench. "Oh? Would you come looking for my services? I might just consider."

He shoved at Adamo's shoulder, hard enough to make him stumble forward a step or two but nothing more than that. "I doubt it," he retorted, stepping forward to kick off a nearby wall and pull himself back up. Adamo's turn at the 'seeking' part of their practice game could come later - the man was obviously too busy daydreaming to concentrate right now. "But maybe your precious handsome Spaniards might like that, no?"

Stretching his arms and legs, Adamo watched Vico climb up the ruins, keeping a close eye on him. He wasn't about to get taken down without warning. "Hey, there was only two. Not that I mind."

Vico threw a look down and over his shoulder, standing on one leg atop one of the high pillars of the ruins. "You have terrible taste."

"I guess you preferred the precious beautiful Spanish senora?" he asked with a devilish grin, fists rested on his hips as he stared up. "Or perhaps... a certain madonna named Emiliana?"

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