#thinkcr

        let’s imagine we meet each other one day. you say you’ll come meet me at the airport and i’m like okay chill. and lets be honest i probably made you pay for the trip cause who would waste their own money to come to america to see your ugly ass? so you pay for my trip and im there right and the moment i see you i think to myself i better start paying to jesus and converting my beliefs to christianity because this bitch gonna done shit me up like how did i ever even consider dating you. bitch we ever had sex and kissed to heat it up my face already be looking like i ate you out only i wouldn’t be that crazy. bitch there a swamp down there.

          also do you ever shave? cause i feel like whenever you/if you ever go have your hair removed the person doing it would be singing some negro 1860′s songs to go along with the work. bitch you’re so hairy, if shaving you was made into a movie it would have to be in two fucking parts.

@thinkcr

          “--------So it’s a deal, is it not?”

❝ Leonardo, per favore ---   It is not that important, and you   are a busy man. I wouldn’t want   to trouble you for something so   little. But I thank you, nonetheless   --- I appreciate the thought! ❞

Clarice had been somewhat relieved when Leonardo agreed to meet with her. It was worrying that he spoke of not being experienced with building weapons, but perhaps he could be helped with that. He would be given funds to work with and payment, if Lorenzo could be convinced. She was sure that he could, what with the combination of her own convincing and Leonardo's. Usually, Lorenzo trusted Clarice in all matters, as he saw her as a valuable confidant and partner. 

However, Lorenzo was a humanist and didn't want war, and he thought enlargening his militia and getting weapons of war would only bring it to Florence’s door. The Roman knew though that war was already on it’s way to Florence. Tensions were high between Florence and Rome, as she heard from her family in letters every month, and it wouldn’t be long before the two cities would clash. Pope Sixtus was proving to be an enemy, especially with sending his ‘nephew’ and his bloodhound, Girolamo Riario.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Signore.” Clarice murmured as she entered the Palazzo de’ Medici, gesturing for Leonardo to follow her. “So, I imagine you have thoughts, concerns, requests?” 

       ❛ are they gone   ??   ❜

         salai had been in the furthest room back of the studio, quietly painting for a change   &   listening to the steady stream of people enter leonardo’s workshop. he heard all sorts of objects being dropped onto his teacher’s desk   &   salai could barely contain his excitement when he heard the familiar clinking of gold coins. once he was sure no one else was coming, he set down his paintbrush   &   his mirror, instead navigating his way through half-finished art pieces to survey everything before him. 

        he was quick to pick up some jewels, admiration barely contained as he looked between the ruby to leonardo, grin ever groing. of course, the glass animals also stole his eye, but salai was afraid he might accidentally break one of those   &   decided to avoid touching it. he finally set down the red stone in his hand, gently hugging leonardo before staring back at him, perhaps even more lovingly than he had at the riches before him.

    sᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ★ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ʟʟ ʙᴏʟᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ’s ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀs

❝ Oh, davvero? Is that why you asked me to buy that dummy for you? ❞