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christmas,
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As much as I say I do not like Christmas I have to say that I actually haven't had too bad a time so far. Besides the massive amount of people. I haven't actually had to deal with any complainers and yellers. Yet.

Also I have to admit I like one thing a whole lot this year... it always brightens my trip home from work after a closing shift: riding down our (new) street this year is really rather pleasant. There are a number of lights (although not as many as I would love to see in one place like they used to be) and most are really nicely done. It's great. ^_^

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Ezio can do whatever he pleases, Atlair cares not. He has nothing to prove to you, young eagle.

Pout face. Stop calling him young eagle. He considers himself a man.

But he is both young and an eagle. It matters little if he is a man if he does not act like one.

Such a child...

Was that fondness in your voice just now? Admit it.

...maybe.

You're a softy after all.

...

...For children perhaps.

Grr. Stop calling him that!

He chuckles. Not so long as I can get a reaction with it.

*will force his face to go blank if it means you'll wipe that smug expression off your face*

You'll have to wait a while but eventually it will soften to something more to true fondness--or even pride.

...Wow. Now that's an expression that'll shut Ezio up.

Cue slight overwhelmed feeling.

It's hard to keep the smirk from coming but he doesn't want to give Ezio the wrong impression with it so he forces it down.

He bows his head slightly, briefly, in acknowledgment of the other.

Despite that stubborn streak he inherited from you there is mutual admiration there, especially since he learned most of what he knows from the codex the older man wrote.

He returns the bow, respectfully.

Oh, that's pleasing.

He crooks a finger at Ezio in a "come here" gesture.

This earns a skeptical look. No offense but this Ezio isn't as familiar with you as others and although there's respect there he isn't sure he completely trusts that look.

It's not like that, silly. He's knows you're different. But he can't help but smirk at the look he's given and almost laughs. Almost.

Instead he simply shrugs and suddenly darts off in the other direction, pausing once to glance over his shoulder at Ezio before he swiftly dives away. His actions seem to say are you coming? in a surprisingly playful manner.

Skepticism quickly turns to 'oh merda, I'm being left behind!' He sprints after the hooded figure gaining on him rather quickly but not completely catching up. Losing is not an option.

Good. He gets the game. Altair seems to fly across the landscape as he leads Ezio in wild directions, not giving hint to his destination just yet, keeping the younger assassin on his toes so to speak.

It doesn't take long for the only sound Ezio can hear is his own quick breathing and his heart drumming in his ears. The chase is far from easy but the Italian hasn't given up yet. He stays on the older assassin's heels.

This is again pleasing in a prideful sort of way. Repressing a grin, the Hashshashin continues forward. Eventually it may become apparent that his destination is that one high spot well above any other in sight.

Most of his attention is focused on keeping up with the white robes in front of him, but he soon notices their direction and peels away, shimmying up to a rooftop for what he hopes is a more direct route. He can't keep the smirk off his face. Try and catch me old man!