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[milesawayfrom]

[ Work, sleep, train. Work, sleep, train. Lately it seems that's basically what his life is... and oddly enough? He doesn't mind anymore. Months ago he would have complained about it. He did when he was a kid. Hell, it's why he ran away in the first place. His easiest days were behind him now. If that means he has to devote and give everything he

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[lilgreasemonkey]

[ Kaylee goes wandering after the meeting and making sure those that want or need adjustments on their hidden blades get it. Sure she doesn't have to go to each meeting as she isn't a novice but she likes to so she knows the latest, can be quite familiar with who's in the brotherhood, and offer her services. Not too long ago she bought a nice little bag to carry her tools in just for the meetings, leaving her backpack for the heavy lifting, junkyard trip days

[milesawayfrom]

[ Desmond is actually glad he doesn't have his Eagle Vision. He's pretty sure her scarf hoodie is so bright it would show up as neon glowing pink to him. He raises his head just slightly to look up at her and stare straight at her scarf. By this point, he doesn't even question the tool kit. ]

Not really. [ Yes. ] What's up with the bright scarf?

[lilgreasemonkey]

[ She doesn't believe him one bit. The small snow drift at his feet says otherwise. ] Oh do ya like it? I saw 'em weeks ago in a shop an' just had to have 'em. I got 'em in a bunch of colors now.

An' 's my hood for the meetings! [ She tugs it a bit further over her head. See? ... though bright pink knit novice doesn't quite work. ] ... 'til the weather warms up.

[milesawayfrom]

....Ezio lets you wear that to meetings.

[lilgreasemonkey]

He didn't tell me to take it off. He just did- [ She pulls her face into about as good of a disapproving Ezio face as she can. ] ... a few times.

[milesawayfrom]

[ He lets out a laugh. ] You do a pretty good impression of him.

[lilgreasemonkey]

[ She bows her head grandly - ] Xie-xie! [ - and gets eaten up by her hood. She laughs underneath it. ] I've been workin' on it. Studyin'. He does it enough times!

[milesawayfrom]

[ Desmond reaches up and tugs her hood back a bit for her. ] Maybe you should stop doing things that makes him give you that face.

[lilgreasemonkey]

[ She smiles at him. Such a good not-brother :3 ] But some of it's just a whole lot of fun. 'sides folks don't stay all serious when they turn 'round an' cover ya with a blanket at night.

[milesawayfrom]

[ He shakes his head a bit. ] If you say so.

[lilgreasemonkey]

I sure do. So ... see anythin' interestin' here?

[milesawayfrom]

Not really. Except your bright pink hood.

[lilgreasemonkey]

Ya don't watch it I'll get ya one for your birthday ... whether ya tell me your birthday or not. [ she jokes. ]

[milesawayfrom]

That's classified information. Sorry. [ He grins. ]

[lilgreasemonkey]

No complainin' when I give ya a birthday cake real early - or late - then. An' a nice scarf. [ She flops one scarf end over his arm. ] I think this pink'll do nicely.

[milesawayfrom]

You're going to make me go blind if you give me a scarf that bright. [ Desmond tosses her a glare, but it's all in jest. ]