[It's a warm day with the softest of breezes as Ezio, yet again, refuses to use the door, sliding into the breezy Air District apartment with easy. The large windows help keep his motions fluid as he practically steps down from the sill and into the living room. His steps slow, he nears Darcy, slipping an arm around her waist and coming in from the side to toss her a light smile.
He notes that there's a soft music coming from the kitchen as he does so. It's a simple tune, something slow and warm that makes him gradually pull her against him.]
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He notes that there's a soft music coming from the kitchen as he does so. It's a simple tune, something slow and warm that makes him gradually pull her against him.]
Good afternoon.