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Ezio had been hovering outside Leonardo's workshop for something like twenty minutes now, trying to work up the courage to go inside. It wasn't that he had any problem with Leonardo, of course he didn't, but what he had to ask the other man was... perhaps not the easiest request to phrase. There was a very real possibility that Leonardo would become offended or angry (Leonardo could get angry, he was pretty sure), a much higher possibility that he would just refuse, but this was something that Ezio needed.

Admittedly, he could probably have just gone his usual stealth route just as well, but people had begun to get wise to his tricks, and this particular event was already very well guarded, they couldn't be too careful after all. This plan was the easiest, quickest and most effective way of getting what he wanted. As long as Leonardo agreed to it. He could hire someone for it, but he wanted someone he could trust as his side.

He eventually stepped up to the door, forcing himself to move before he second guessed the idea yet again, and knocked. There. Too late now, he had to go through with it.
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"Oh you found another one, how exciting"

Ezio jerked awake at the sound of his alarm, the gentle Italian voice echoing in his mind for a moment longer before he shook it away. That was the third time this week, the dreams were getting more common, and more vivid. Technically they were all different dreams, he was talking in a cluttered workshop or on a bench, or running across rooftops, leaping from buildings, getting in fights... but always it was the same him, in Renaissance Italy, and Leonardo was always there...

He wondered if they meant anything, but he also didn't want to think about it too closely, too worried that he would come to a conclusion he wasn't sure he liked. Nothing ever happened in the dreams, but there was always this feeling... a feeling that he always knew he couldn't do anything about, because of social and religious reasons that didn't make any sense to him in this day and age, but seemed so clear and obvious and scary when he was in the dream world.

His contemplations were not making any sense, in fact all they were doing was making him late, he glanced at his clock and swore, rolling out of bed and throwing on some clothes. Shoving his hair back into a ponytail he ran for the door and took off running down the street - resisting the urge that always followed his dreams, the urge to start climbing the walls and sprinting across the rooftops instead of the street.

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