Twelfth Study •§• Leonardo •§• Cupcakes give you wiiiiiiiings [Accidental Video/In person]

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[Even though Wallace has left the Manor, his influence certainly hasn't. This is apparent by the rather awesome smells of baking coming from the kitchen. If people are watching the network, they'll see Leonardo humming happily as he pulls a tray of cupcakes out of the oven, though his new additions only seem to knock things over whenever he moves. Looking back, cringing, he places the tray on the counter top, and goes about putting the spilt utensils. Only, as he straightens up and turns to put everything back, he only succeeds in knocking his mug of tea to the floor. The ensuing 'smash' earns a slightly exasperated look, and under-the-breath cursing]

Merda...

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[acidthursday.livejournal.com]

[in comes a girl wearing clothes that are too threadbare, and yet not understanding the concept of underwear]

Smells good. Can I have one?

[keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com]

[Oh God..Leonardo's only kryptonite...



Vagina.]

Oh, of course-

[He turns away fairly sharpish when he realises the 'girl' in the room isn't exactly...covered]

[acidthursday.livejournal.com]

[temporary vagina, if it makes you feel better that way.]

Thanks. [takes one and bites] Hmm! It's really good!

[keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com]

[Not really, but grazie T-T ]

G-Grazie..I'm glad you like them

[Not blushing. Nope. This isn't awkward]

[acidthursday.livejournal.com]

Italian. That's lovely. I haven't been anywhere near Italy- [since she lost her Grace] for years. Rather missed the Vatican, if you ask me.

Do you bake often?

[keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles nervously]

Il Vaticano? I've never been there myself..I lived and worked in Firenze *Florence before the Author decided to bring me here

No, not really - this is actually only my second attempt~

[acidthursday.livejournal.com]

Florence is a beautiful place, yes. I remember being there when-- [when my Father turned the lights on humanity and the world]

Can you make pies?

[keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com]

[He goes to ask into her unfinished sentence, but as per any sane grown man, pie distracts him]

I'm sure I could, if I was given a recipe~

[If the man who invented the water-ski can't bake a pie, we're all doomed]

[acidthursday.livejournal.com]

Can you teach me? [well, pies make everything better, right?]

[keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com]

[He looks back at her, though he has to glance away again pretty sharpish - still kinda flashing, huh~?]

I'd be happy to - though it'd be rather new to me as well

[Oh sod it. He'll just keep his eyes up. Glancing back, he smiles at her apologetically, his hands steepled infront of him]

Mi dispiace, signorina *I'm sorry - I never asked you your name

[acidthursday.livejournal.com]

[notices his discomfort and it is amusing. She moves closer.]

You can call me 'Cas'. [which is short for 'Castiel', the angel of Thursday, but nobody has to know that.]

[keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com]

[He offers a polite bow as he introduces himself]

I am Leonardo Da Vinci - it is a pleasure, la mia signora *My lady

[acidthursday.livejournal.com]

Da Vinci himself? [she remembers seeing his works. Grossly imaginative, considering that she knows how Mary really looks like, but they are beautiful works of art.]

I've much admired your work.

[keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com]

[He holds his hands up]

Grazie signora - I appreciate that

[acidthursday.livejournal.com]

Credit should be given where credit is due

[keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com]

[That makes him smile; he's still going to be modest, but he does like being complimented for his work. Though this does make his curious....]

That is kind of you to say, though, I must ask; what is it that I have done that you have seen..?

[After all, Leonardo at this age hasn't actually invented a lot or painted a lot of his most well known stuff]

[acidthursday.livejournal.com]

Paintings. Madonna on the Rocks, for example. [pause] But you won't have painted that yet...