Out of place; inspired by the colab ponyfall

"Fascinating" Leonardo said, scribbling down notes with his quill. ""Let's see, oh! Just how many kilograms of force does it take for a Human femur to break?"

I took an irritated breath. "You know what a PSI is, right?"

"A what?"

"Mass plus gravity. It takes about a hundred and sixty PSI to break a femur so somewhere around a sixty-eight kilograms. That it?"

He starting taking more notes. "Just how does a-"

"Leonardo." Twilight said in a chastising manner.

"Oh, my apologies. I got a little swept up in things. I just couldn't help but take the opportunity."

"Whatever." I said rolling my eyes.

Twilight handed me one of the beakers and took one for herself. I sipped it, the taste was hard to describe. I don't think I'd ever actually had wine before. Sweet with a bitter aftertaste. I looked back to Ezio who was now practicing the throat gouge. He wound back and struck hard, the neck of the dummy bending in and sagging.

I nodded proudly. "Well done." It felt pretty good to teach, even if it was young man and killing.

He walked over to us, pulling back his hood and taking a beaker. He was a man of his early twenties, his skin a fading tan, with long black hair tied back. A small scar on the left side of his mouth. He sipped the wine. "Your reputation does proceed you mentore." He said with heavier breaths.

"Wish I heard it." I muttered. I looked back to Twilight. "So you were saying?"

"Come." She said walking back to the workshop.

I looked back to Ezio. "Uh, keep up the practicing."

I followed and entered the room where she stood by a table with a few instruments and a piece of parchment and quill. "Sit" she said gesturing to a small stool.

I sat down. "What would you like to know?" I asked.

She reached for a marked piece of string and tied it my head. "Just how are you adjusting to the weather changes? Where you're from is much cooler than Italia, are you any bit uncomfortable?"

"Uh, no. It's not that different. It's not entirely different during the summer."

"Interesting." She said writing down on two different pieces of paper.

I found the newly added accent cute. It suited her nicely. Intellectual and attractive.

She moved the string down to my neck and loosely wrapped it around. "Just how much meat do you eat daily."

"Not that much. Maybe a small amount, a gram." I said uncertainly.

"Hmm."

"Why the ask?"

"I hear that many men from there eat mainly meat. It seems such help with weight and muscle gain." She said writing.

"I have to agree with that, though, some variety is much help. A man cannot live off bread and wine alone, well neither can he only live off meat."

"Funny. Most I've been told of you northerners tell that you are greatly uneducated and brute. You though, are very different."

I laughed at that. "Sounds to me that who ever told you that was the uneducated one."

She laughed as well. "I might just have to agree."

"Twilight."

"Yes."

"Why is it that these dreams bring me closer to you. But it's still just all dreams?" I asked.

She looked at me funnily. "I'm sorry, I think I misheard that. Could you repeat?"

I looked at her. "No, you didn't."

She stared confusedly. "I don't understand, what do you mean?"

"Never mind." I said waving her off. I sighed and looked down at the ground. "Even my own mind is trying get to me. Now I feel like its mocking me."

"Would you mind removing your tunic?" She asked.

I had to think about that for a second. "Wait, tunic means shirt. Right?" I took that guess and lifted the sash off my shoulder and over my head, setting it down on the floor. I reached with both hands behind my head and to the base of my neck, grabbing and pulling up the heavy wool clothes. With my bare back to the cooler air, I set it down with the sash.

"Arm out." She said starting to sound more like orders than requests. I extended my arm and she wrapped the measuring string around my bicep, then my forearm, then my wrist. She wrote down a few things and looked back to me. "Do they hurt?"

"Does what hurt?" I asked looking to her over my shoulder.

I felt something cool touch my back. I knew it was her because I could feel what I always felt when she touched my bare skin, a small tingle followed my a relaxing warmth. "All these, these scars. Some seem fresh."

"They're scars, they don't heal, they don't hurt. Scars just build up. Nothing you can really do about them in that sense."

Her hand still moved along my back. "There are so many. You've been through much."

It started to get to me how I couldn't talk to her like normal. If anything, she'd be creeped out by me and the dream would officially suck. "More than anyone can know."

"Your skin though, it still feels soft, untouched. Strange."

"I've seen stranger." I laughed in my head.

"Tell me, do you think that if you were any other man you would have survived all this."

"Probably not, no."

"Hmm" She wrote down a few more notes and set the string down. "I guess that should do it, thank you."

"Why don't we take a walk?" I asked re-donning my clothing. "Maybe you could show me around."

"I guess so." She said walking to the door I followed out and walked down the street with her. "I'm sure Ezio and signore Leonardo won't notice us gone."

"It shouldn't take that long. Just a once around the district." I said looking around.

"This city is quite beautiful. Much better than old cobbled castles and buildings."

"I'll say." I said looking around at the buildings.

"Firenze is one of most beautiful cities in Italia. I don't think I've ever seen such a place more amazing than this. "

"Yeah."

"Tell me, does it seem strange, this place, compared to your home?" She asked.

"Not entirely."

"Something on your mind?" She asked. "You seem, how should I say, uncomfortable."

"Nothing it's just, all this." I said waving my arm around to all the architecture.

"You do find it all strange." She said looking around.

"It's definitely different than what I'm used to."

"Could you tell me what it's like in your home or village or whatever they are called?"

"Small houses, with smaller families." I said trying to work my angle with my real life.

She nodded and continued looking up at the buildings with me. In the few minutes we'd walked, quite a bit was covered. We neared a large canal and she lead me to it. "I've always liked the water. It's calming and when it's late, looks so beautiful."

The accent made it sound a little better than it really was, but it still was a true thing. I stood beside her near it, looking down at the calm rippling waters. "I like the water too."

"I know this is something strange but, do you have any woman you are fond of in you home? One that you live with or are love greatly?" She asked.

"No, not right now." I answered. "At least none that I'm not already with."

"What do you think of the people of this place, the woman specifically?"

I thought about it for a moment. "They're smart, understanding, and very beautiful. Though I've only met one."

She looked up to me curiously.

"You didn't mishear me." I said looking down to her.

She continued to look at me curiously, coming a little closer. We moved closer and closer still, leaning to each other. Our faces close she looked along my face for any signs that I was lying or shouldn't be trusted. She didn't seem to find any and her eye lids lowered. We kissed for a few moments and she pulled away.

"This is so sudden and unheard of. We've only just met, but I feel-"

"Like you know and love me." I interrupted.

She looked up to me with a soft expression. "Yes. Do you feel it too?"

I nodded.

"Maybe it's not so strange. Maybe it's just-"

"Different." I interrupted again coming in for another kiss.

She seemed surprised by it, but took well and kissed back. My hand moved up behind her head, holding it. Her own hands held to my shoulder, her forearms the only thing separating us. Our faces were pressed together almost roughly and our lips moved together.

"Oh there you are. We were wondering where you-oh, uh, when I said you'd like her I didn't expect it to be this much."

We split and I looked where the voice came from to see Ezio. "Shit." I thought. "Well that's what you get when you do things in public."

Twilight looked off, pretending not to know what he was talking about. I simply looked at her.

I sighed and walked over to Ezio. "So you think you've got it down?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Uh yes, I think so. There's only one way to know for sure. Would you accompany me for this, or would you rather stay here?" Ezio asked with a smirk.

"Go on ahead, I'll catch up in a minute."

"Inteso." He said walking off.

I looked back to Twilight. "I'll see you again soon, alright?"

She smiled at me. "I'll be waiting."

With a shared smile I left. I hurried down the street looking for white. "Hey, up here." The familiar voice called out from above.

I looked up to see Ezio standing on the roof of a building. "Glad to see I'm not the only one who likes to be on roofs."
"Why are you up there?" I asked.

"It is faster. Come." He said motioning for me to climb up.

I rolled my eyes and reached up to the wall, grabbing onto the small ledges and holds of loose bricks and small outcroppings of the buildings. I could hear a few murmurs from behind me. "Bad time to be wearing a kilt." I thought climbing up it. I reached the top and pulled up over the edge, getting a disgusted roar from the crowd below. "Fucking people."

Ezio laughed a bit. "It's been a time since I've meet someone that can make things fun. At least not one that was a man."