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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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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?"

Vico promptly tripped over and fell into a pile of ruins.

To his credit, Adamo looked surprised at the reaction. Vico wasn't exactly the clumsy type. Unless he was put on the spot.

"...Vico?"

There was a momentary pause - just long enough that one might begin to wonder exactly what had happened to Vico, if that fall had been dangerous, perhaps, if he had somehow managed to hit his head on the way down, but then it passed, and a heavy, brick-sized rock came flying toward Adamo's face. "You messed me up!"

Adamo barely dodged the rock, but the stumbling back made him trip right onto the ground with a thud. His head fell back onto a rock anyway.

"I did nothing!" he complained huffily, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head with a groan. "Except bring up Emiliana."

"Figlio di puttana," Vico swore under his breath, never having had the most sparkly clean of mouths, as he pulled himself up from the rubble he had upset during his fall and brushing his civilian clothes off. Once again, he began the climb upwards, more nimble this time, being that it was the second go at it. "You better not be trying anything with Emiliana. She's not as barbaric as you and that she-man Bianca. She probably doesn't have any interest in that kind of thing." He paused, as he pulled himself up to the top of the broken pillar again, turning to sit on the uneven but stable surface, kicking off stray pieces of debris in his friend's direction. "You know, I asked her once, what she thought of you, and she said you 'seemed nice.'"

Adamo sat for a moment longer, again watching him climb to make sure he wouldn't really try to assassinate him, standing when it seemed safe. Vico's fall could've been a fluke, but his protesting only confirmed his suspicions.

"I am nice," he said with a scoff, dusting his own clothes off. "And I wouldn't try anything with her. Not when my fratello likes her."

Another rock, so swiftly that one would have to wonder if Vico had it on hand just in case Adamo said something like that. "Watch what you are saying, idiota!"

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That time, the rock hit Adamo square in the shoulder, and he reeled back a step.

"Maybe you should watch your rocks, bastardo," he groaned, rubbing the spot. Adamo glared back up at him. "And I meant it! You like her, don't you? I wouldn't mess that up for you."

Vico snubbed his nose down at Adamo. "Oh? And how are you so sure that I do? What are you now, the cupid of Romagna and Assassin on the side?"

"Maybe the way you so readily defended her, and the way you smiled like an idiota when talking to her," Adamo retorted, crossing his arms.

He grew a little hot in the face. "Smiled? A mind-reader now, are you? You smile like that to half of Romagna, but I wouldn't say that you liked half of-"

He broke off, looking thoughtful.

...Actually.

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"No, but I can read faces just fine, amico. And what's that look for?"

Rubbing his chin, Vico made a thoughtful humming sound. "I forgot that you do want to get in half of Romagna's pants."

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