The wall was cold. The water was warm. This difference sent a chill down his spine before his hands reached out to the Shampoo. He found it after some moments, poured the liquid into his hands and afterwards into his hair and onto his body.
He had lost count of the days he had spent at Shauns appartment by now. It was a nice appartment, far too large for a single inhabitant. The furniture was quite exclusive and looked more than just expensive. Everything was clean, not even a single piece of paper was lying somewhere it was not supposed to be. The kitchen had a lot of various ingredients to offer if one wanted to cook something healthy. Some flags were placed onto the tables. On the walls old drawn pictures of the Assassins' ancestors looked down onto him. There were the gazing eyes of Malik, next to a portrait of Altair wearing his cocky smile. And on the opposite wall there were the drawings of Leonardo and Ezio. Shaun sure was a fanboy when it came to these people.
The bathroom as well was clean. Nearly too perfect.
But now there were his clothes, randomly lying on the floor. They disturbed the order Shaun tried to maintain.
The man was strange, but even more strange was the fact that he really began to like him. Groaning Desmond shook his head, cleaned his hair and tried to get rid off all these thoughts. They were useless. In a few days he would have to return to Ezios life.
The Assassin opened his eyes, staring at the white wall in front of him. Slowly his fingers traced the grey writing placed upon the simple white. Sometimes he wished all these great Assassins would still be alive so that he could ask them for advice. And sometimes he even longed to see his parents again. Maybe they could answer some questions. Or maybe they would just say 'Told ya. You never listened'.
"Do you plan on occupying my shower the entire evening, Desmond?"
The black haired widened his eyes and turned around. Through the glass of the shower he saw Shaun in front of him. He inhaled sharply, once again turning around so that the british could only see his backside.
"Well Desmond, I don't think that you do have something there which I don't have..."
"No reason for me to show you everything!". he interrupted Shaun, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.
"Oh my... I already have seen everything. You were standing right in front of me, in case you haven't noticed."
"Shaun!! Don't you ever knock when you enter another room?"
"Well, as you may have noticed already - this is my bathroom, so why should I bother to knock?"
"But I am taking a shower here! It would have been polite to knock!"
"Oh Desmond.."
"Don't Oh-Desmond-me! Shaun! ! Now!"
Desmond interrupted him once again, glared over his shoulder into the face of the grinning englishmen. He was enjoying all of this, wasn't he?
"Allright, Desmond. As you wish. Just one thing - nice ass. And the front isn't too bad either..."
"SHAUN!OUT!"
