He is far, far too old for this, Ezio's decided. Ending up in the hospital had been expected when he was twenty, fine when he was thirty and a little excessive when he was forty but old habits it seemed died hard.
Not that he'll ever admit that he's old.
"My age? Bah, I can still run circles around you, young lady." He grumps at one of the nurses trying to offer him a cane to help the stiffness in his knees from the accident.
Someone should... probably come help either him or the nurse.
III
Who dresses semi-formally to a summer barbeque? Ezio, that's who. It's a nice slate grey with a festive red tie, and while he's got the waistcoat on the jacket is draped on one of the chairs to claim his spot under a large umbrella. That and his rolled up sleeves are the only concessions to the heat of summer.
"Come, sit my friend!" He waves at anyone headed his way. "There is room in the shade for you here."
Ezio Auditore da Firenze | Assassin's Creed
He is far, far too old for this, Ezio's decided. Ending up in the hospital had been expected when he was twenty, fine when he was thirty and a little excessive when he was forty but old habits it seemed died hard.
Not that he'll ever admit that he's old.
"My age? Bah, I can still run circles around you, young lady." He grumps at one of the nurses trying to offer him a cane to help the stiffness in his knees from the accident.
Someone should... probably come help either him or the nurse.
III
Who dresses semi-formally to a summer barbeque? Ezio, that's who. It's a nice slate grey with a festive red tie, and while he's got the waistcoat on the jacket is draped on one of the chairs to claim his spot under a large umbrella. That and his rolled up sleeves are the only concessions to the heat of summer.
"Come, sit my friend!" He waves at anyone headed his way. "There is room in the shade for you here."