A Game Of ChessA Game of Chess.More Like This
"It's your turn."
Il Carnefice, devoid of his normal executioner's apparel, looked up from his thoughts. He took his attention off the chessboard for a moment and stared at his friend. Malfatto simply smiled back, leaning his arms on the small table that held the chessboard.
It was a pleasant day in Rome. It was the middle of summer, late in the afternoon, the time when the Italian heat was at its most agreeable. Just below the terrace of the good Doctor's home, the merchants could be heard selling their wares and crowds of people went to and fro to either buy them or conduct social matters of their owns. It was a perfect
Ass-Creed: IHOPWatching the street lights zoom past, Shaun yawned, moving his glasses to rub at his eyes. He glanced across to the driver's seat, where Desmond was driving.More Like This
They'd been to pick up some supplies, in a small town where Abstergo hadn't quite taken over. Shaun had spent a good five minutes trying to find something to eat, before giving up, declaring the snacks 'unhealthy shit'.
Desmond glanced over at him. "Still hungry?"
"Fucking starved. I'd settle for anything about now." Shaun propped his elbow on his knee, his foot resting on the edge of his seat.
Desmond tapped a small rythmn on the steering wheel. "What about IHOP?"
"Huh?" Shaun blin