First Strike

Desmond stared at the Italian, whom was standing in front of a certain dai that was currently trying to get to the fridge to get ingredients. Lunch time was rolling around and it was his and Malik's turn to make the meal, perhaps a Syrian dish.

Though at this moment, it seemed like Ezio was officially fed up with the man's 'snarky' attitude.

The poor descendent held onto the salad bowel with a sigh.

This wouldn't end well, he could just tell.

"I want to aid Desmond in making lunch," the assassin grumbled.

"You always want to spend time with Dezmund when the novice is away..."

Ezio slapped his left hand over his heart in an outraged, insulted, manner. "I am offended, Signore! I do care about dear Desmond!"

Funny how they're talking about me like I'm not even here... the brunet thought as he turned his back to the two bickering men.

Malik then turned to face the young Miles, whose back was facing him. "Shall we get lunch prepared? I wish to get away from this stupidity."

"Bastardo!"

All the descendent could offer in return was a sigh, raising a hand to motion the rafiq come over by him.

Poor Ezio never felt so left out.

Fights

All couples had their fights. Every single, last, one of them. Most got through it while others just broke it off entirely.

Then again, there was also a little thing called 'the silent treatment.'

Still...those couples weren't Ezio and Altaïr.

Due to a certain Florentine's ways, Altaïr had grown tired of it to the point he was ignoring him and chatting away with their descendent. Not only talking but he was teaching Desmond his mother tongue!

That wasn't exactly shocking though. The Syrian had taught him before the younger assassin - but that was besides the point. Desmond even seemed pleased that Altaïr was spending more time with him than usual.

Ezio even began to ponder if what he'd done made his beloved assassin dislike him to the point he was replaced.For good. And replaced by a reluctant Miles no less.

Sure, he's flirted with girls on multiple occasions in front of Altaïr - accidentally, of course. Sure, he'd been caught in bed with a couple of them - but he was drunk, really, he had been. And, sure, he accidentally said someone else's name instead of the Arabian's -

...this all sounded really bad in his head.

Assassination's note: Yeah, another one with only two...sorry. I found these while rummaging through one of my notebooks. I coulda sworn there was three, but I guess my eyes played tricks on me.