It was already noon, and Desmond was still in bed. His head was feeling pretty heavy from all that clubbing and drinking he did last night, which resulted in him immediately passing out as he arrived home. He slowly started to wake up as he heard loud voices coming from the living room.
His roommates, Altair and Ezio, were having, yet again, another argument. They've been bickering for a few hours now. It was obvious that Altair got on Ezio's nerves sometimes. He thinks he's too arrogant and absent-minded. Meanwhile, Ezio's lifestyle was too discomforting for Altair and too hard to cope with. So the arguments between these two occured quite often, even over the slightest things. This time, it was about who claims control over the TV remote controller. Altair wanted to watch the History Channel whereas Ezio insisted to put on the Cooking Channel instead. Neither one of them was winning as both Syrian and Italian kept pulling on the remote, and the TV kept altering between numerous channels as the fight persisted.
Desmond found the arguments to be infuriating, but he barely had the energy to get out of bed and shut his roommates up. Then again, he's gotten used to it every morning.
The gripping contest lasted for a while, before the phone started ringing. Who still uses the land line? Altair and Ezio froze and turned their heads to the source of the ringing. Altair glared at Ezio before dropping the controller and racing to the phone, leaving Ezio disgruntled for a moment. The latter remembered that the TV was now available, which made for the perfect opportunity for him to watch his show.
"Yes?" Altair answered.
"Hi," the voice on the other line spoke, "is this Ezio or Altair?"
"Does my accent sound Italian, you ignorant?" Altair spat.
"Sorry, it's hard to tell who's who over the phone."
The Syrian sighed, "what do you want?"
"The Fryes suggest we go camping this weekend."
"Did they, now?"
"Oh my bad, I forgot. You'd burn if you ever go out under the sun." Altair rolled his eyes.
"Very funny, Connor. You can tell them that I'm not going."
Connor snorted. "I guess that's typical."
"Will that be all?"
"Just let Desmond and Ezio know. Unlike you, they know how to have fun at least." He instantly hung up, leaving Altair to stare at the phone in disbelief before he hung up. He turned to Ezio, who spoke as he focused on the show.
"So, what did Connor want?" he asked.
"Nothing important, just something about a camping trip." Altair bitterly replied as he went to grab a beer from the fridge.
Ezio grinned, "Sounds like fun."
The sound of the bottle cap coming off was heard, "You and Desmond go, then."
Ezio turned the TV off and got up from the couch. "Okay, we get it. You''re an introvert, and quite frankly a bit unpleasant sometimes… But it wouldn't kill you to get out and enjoy your time every once in a while."
"Me? Unpleasant?" Altair furrowed his eyebrows.
Ezio groaned, "No, the other Altair. As if the name is that common."
Altair pressed his lips together as he briefly contaminated his anger. Briefly afterwards, he snapped at Ezio. "Fal tazhab ila nar. (Go to hell.)" he muttered, setting the bottle on the counter and storming into his room.
Ezio rolled his eyes at his behavior and followed him.
"You're unbelievably sensitive." Ezio said as he leaned on the door to Altair's bedroom.
"And you're unbelievably annoying." retorted Altair.
"So, what will it be?"
"No. Now get out."
"Come on, what's a fun gathering without the grumpy mentor? Don't make us drag you there by force." Ezio chuckled, earning a glare from Altair.
"Seriously? Good luck trying to lay a hand on me." He growled, "besides why do you care so much?"
Ezio got off the door frame, "Honestly, I don't trust you alone in the house." He shrugged.
Altair snorted, "quite hypocritical coming from you."
"You're going, and that's final." Ezio walked out of the room.
"No, I'm not!" Altair yelled.
He got off the bed and went back to the kitchen, picking up his beer and going back to watch TV. Ezio put on his cooking apron, which earned a small mocking chuckle from Altair. The former glared at him, "Don't mock, Altair. Especially when you have those table-cloths you call Assassin Robes."
Altair lowered his beer. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How'd you know about this?"
"I can't see I'm surprised, but your kinks are none of my business."
Altair rolled his eyes and turned the TV back on, switching back to the History Channel.
Desmond's door opened to reveal the young man wobbling while rubbing his eyes sleepily. His hair was messy and he was only wearing his jeans from last night. He gave a loud groan and walked to the kitchen area, heading to the fridge and grabbing a carton of milk.
He jumped on the couch next to Altair, earning a glare from the latter. "What's up with you?" He asked.
Desmond shook the carton of milk as he gave a roommate a displeased look, "Apart from me getting tired of your bantering smashing my ears every fucking morning, I've got this killer hangover headache."
"There are some meds in the bathroom cabinet."
"Yeah, I know. Because most of them are mine."
"God, you're such a nuisance." Altair commented.
Desmond furrowed his eyebrows at him. "Oh, I'm the nuisance, Altair?" he retorted.
Ezio yelled from the kitchen, interrupting their argument, "By the way, Desmond, the Fryes suggested we go on a camping trip together."
"Great, great. We'll get all warm and cozy with each other around the fire." Desmond mocked. He eyed Altair, "you're coming?"
Altair snorted. "Wouldn't want to miss the chance to get all warm and cozy now, would I?"
Desmond chuckled, "fuck you." He put down the carton of milk on the coffee table and got up.
"Evie coming too?" He asked Ezio.
"I guess, yeah."
"Cool. You let them know we're of us."
Altair groaned, making Desmond smirk. "Glad you finally decided to come," he said. He gave Altair a pat on the back and headed to the bathroom.