"But Maaaaaallllik" Altair whined as he got forcibly dragged by Malik to who-knows-where.
"Altair, you've been a jackass today, so just shut up and do what I say." Malik irritably responded.
Altair sighed, and wondered where Malik was taking him. He was positive that it couldn't be good, considering the fact that he had accidentally brought templars to the bureau, and proceeded to alert the ENTIRE city guard because he hadn't disposed of the bodies correctly and well, to make a long story short, he got the whole city guard decending on his white hooded ass. And Malik, (as you figure) wasn't to happy about that. But he only brought a few templars on his bureau, like only fifty or so, so he would forgive him soon enough - right?
"By the way Malik, where are we going anyways?" Altair asked.
"You'll see." Malik said, eyes glittering.
Altair gulped. Yup, definetly not good. He DID NOT like that expresion on Malik's face, it looked like he was plotting something particularly painful or had officially gone insane.
~ 10 minutes later ~
"Thats IT?" you dragged me by the sleeve thought half the city just to accompany you to get some-
Malik splashed half of his jug of water on Altair, cutting his complaint short.
"WATER!" Altair girlishly squealed, using the nearest informant as a human shield.
"Yes" Altair, water. This;- Malik said patting the jug - is what's going to discipline you.
Altair ran as if he were being chased by well, Malik with a jug of water. Nothing can compare to THAT.
"II-I need more rest." The informant said kneading the sides of his head.
"You DID NOT just see master Altair shriek like a little girl and master Malik with a smile on his face." he told himself.
"No, n-never that was just a dream." The informant muttered to himself on his way home.