THIS CAN ONLY END BAD [Closed]

[butterflyjades]

Characters: Zhang He and Ezio
Content: Well you see...
Setting: The Serenity's hangar
Time: Sometime recently but before the flying pigs/boars
Warnings: Possibility of broken dreams ;{

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[ezio_auditore]

Ezio hadn't been drawing attention to himself since he'd come back on the ship to avoid drawing attention to the fact that he'd been absent, and the hangar was a very good place to spend some time. He wasn't quite confident enough to actually work on his plane, so he simply spent time checking on it.

Where was Leonardo when Ezio needed him?

The sound of a familiar voice had Ezio pulling away from his plane. Zhang. He would recognize that voice and feminine clothing anywhere. "Zhang! I didn't mean to worry anyone. Certainly it's not worth causing panic."

[butterflyjades]

Zhang he couldn't help but to laugh softly, "I suppose you are right." Slowly he walked up to the plane, examining it a little. "You must have spent quite some time down here, though you do have tendency to just suddenly appear~."

"You can call me by He, if you'd. Zhang is my family name. Zhang He just an alternate version of my courtesy... name," as if he realized he slipped up a bit, he blushed a little. It's not like he was intentionally flirting with Ezio. It just happened now and again. That's what he kept telling himself, anyway. Zhang he cleared his throat for a moment before even trying to speak again, "so how was your time off?"

[ezio_auditore]

Ezio took a half step back as Zhang He blushed. What he'd said had seemed innocent enough but Ezio ran it through his head again. He wasn't quite sure what to do about that.

"What time off?" Ezio asked, grinning, "I've been keeping to myself, here, in the hangar." He hadn't exactly cleared his impromptu vacation with the Captain.

"And in other places, I find ways to keep myself busy."

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Oh... that half a step back wasn't good. "Many people have secrets here. Your disappearance is probably the least of which to be worried about." Figurative word vomit. Zhang He found himself developing it rather quickly. Very quickly, in fact.

"Those menial tasks you speak of must have been exhausting, in any case!" He smiled and moves his hands gracefully as he spoke. Zhang He really, honestly, tried to get himself to stop talking. Really. "But I suppose beauty never truly has a chance to rest." ... oh. Well... that came out so very wrong.