Jan-4-2010
[Leonardo is sketching on a canvas, the preliminary form taking shape. Even though it does not look like much yet, there is a grin on his face that is so immense, it's shocking that it doesn't hurt to smile like that. As some memory hits the back of his subconcious, he lets out a small giggle and puts his supplies down, sighing and walking out of his studio. He's seen a lot of Ezio lately; the fresh air sounds like a good idea right now.]
[Care to bother him?]