#Cue Osanna: daaaaaaad Francesca's bothering me by not touching me!!

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A burst of agitated whispers erupts from his students, drawing Cristof back into the room.

A whine: ‘Stop pinching me, Vincenzo.’

A hiss: ‘I’m not touching you.’

‘Yes you are.’

‘Am not.’

Ah, Cristof thinks, to be a glorious future leader of the Venetian Republic harassing a potential colleague with chalk. Turning to his students, he finds several with dusty cheeks and marks across their clothes. He exudes an air of disapproval. 

‘Alright,’ he claps hands. ‘Let’s hear it. Vincenzo, since you were so full of gusto, why don’t you start us off.’ 

‘I wasn’t pinching Francesco, maestro.’ The boy declares, standing with an air of authority. ‘He pinched himself.’ 

‘I did not,’ Francesco scowls. 

Cristof points to young Vincenzo’s slate. ‘Read.’

Cristof and his very noble, very serious, very scholarly students who aren’t at all a bunch of miscreants. 

#guess who Vincenzo and Francesco are loosely based on? #first two guesses don't count #Vincenzo: DoG bOtHeReR #we see Vincenzo and Francesco for all of two pages but I love them #the venetians #also know as Cristof Medina and the terrible horrible no good very bad month of March 1511 #Cristof: I love my sons. All fifteen of them. They drive me up the wall but that's ok. #Nicolo: you really are just pure chaotic dad energy. no wonder your daughter and niece turned out how they turned out #Cristof: h e y #Osanna: e x c u s e m e #granted Francesca would have been a Downey in her youth #I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU~~~ I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU~~~~~ #Cue Osanna: daaaaaaad Francesca's bothering me by not touching me!! #Cristof: do not make me turn this boat around you two #writing