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In the bathroom, indeed.
Shaun was unaware of the handsome devil that threatened to shake the peace in his little cubicle shower world. The assassin that was creeping into the room was super silent on his feet as he tip toed passed the door and closed the obstruction with a barely audible 'click'.
Outside the mirrored door that hid the Brit from sight, Altair slipped off the warm sweatshirt he wore, letting it drop at his feet. Soon, his jeans and boxers followed, left in a pile unceremoniously. He chanced a tiny peek through a crack left between and the sliding door and saw his opening. The brilliant man had his back turned to the door, his hands in his sudsy hair. The glasses were off, sitting on the sink where they wouldn't get wet, which meant that there was a REALLY good chance that Shaun couldn't see passed his nose.
Silent still, the glass was pushed open and Altair stepped inside, blocking the only escape route. Strong, tanned arms slipped around the shocked historiain's hips,
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Ah, the middle of a day well spent in the city. Sans women, the family Auditore and La Volpe stopped for a moment of rest in front of a building just outside the market. Ezio and his older brother, Federico, were running back and forth between the men as they talked amongst themselves.
"Federico! Leave Ezio be! You have be-" A hand on one shoulder stopped the words that were escaping Giovanni's mouth. "Please, little brother. Let them be boys." Mario's voice was gentle in the younger man's ear. "We were their age once."
La Volpe smiled to himself, knowing his closest friends could still be childish at times. "Giovanni, was it not you who once said it is healthy for young boys to find themselves in some sort of trouble sometimes? If I recall correctly, you, yourself, said those very words to your own mother after she caught you with those fruits." His smile was friendly, amused if nothing else. "At least, that is how the story goes."
The sheepish pout that crossed
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"I am more uncomfortable than you realize..." La Volpe pulled at the tress, tugging it down over his legs, not that they weren't already covered. At his side, Giovanni snickered. "Trust me, my friend. You do not look half bad in a dress."
Mario looked perfectly happy in a dress, which made him wonder what exactly had transpired earlier on in his life. "Gilberto, we lost the bet. There is nothing we can do now, but finish out our day and and pray that we do not make the same mistake again." Those words coming from the burly man didn't do anything to ease the lack of comfort.
"We are well aware of the fact we lost. What I do not understand is how, exactly, women wear undergarments such as this..." Somehow, the younger Auditore found himself with his hands underneath his own skirt in public, fixing himself for the umpteenth time that afternoon. From somewhere off to his left, the sounds of women giggling made their way to his ears. The first thing Giovanni saw upon looking up w