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"No...no...no...no...HELL NO...no...no...no...no," said Connor as he flipped through the channels. "Is there anything on?!"
Connor growled with frustration and turned off the TV before turning onto his back, huffing.
"I'm so BORED!" Connor shouted before coughing.
"I know you are," Haytham called from the laundry room.
Haytham was getting annoyed with Connor's constant proclaims of being bored but his son was a teenager and they get bored easily.
"Let me put this load in and then I'll get the chess board," Haytham called again.
There was a moment silence before Connor replied.
"Sure."
2 hours later
Connor had no idea why he agreed to play chess with his father. During the the pass two hours, they have played sixteen rounds already. SIXTEEN! He was beginning to tire of the game and Haytham could clearly see that.
"Checkmate," said Haytham, moving his bishop in front of Connor's king.
"Yippy," said Connor with fake enthusiasm. "You won AGAIN dad."
Haytham sighed as he packed up the chess board and chess pieces.
"I know you're bored of this but it passed the time."
Confused, Connor turned and looked at the clock. It was 8:30 when they started to play, now it's 10:35.
"Oh," said Connor, turning back to Haytham.
Haytham stood up with the box containing the chess board and pieces and walked over to the stairs.
"Wait there while I put the box away," said Haytham, "and then I'll take your temperature and give you your medicine."
Connor huffed but nodded, watching his father go upstairs. Haytham came back down five minutes later with the medicine and went over to the coffee table to grab the thermometer.
"Dad, stop it," said Connor, turning his head away from the thermometer.
"Connor, it doesn't take that long," sighed Haytham. "Just open your mouth and let me take your temperature."
"I'm sick of my temperature being taken constantly," snapped Connor.
"Watch your tone Ratonhnhaké:ton," warned Haytham.
Connor glared at Haytham, who kept eye contact. They stayed that way until a knock at the door got their attention.
"I'll get it," said Connor, standing up
While Connor was saying that, Haytham stuck the thermometer into his mouth. The younger Kenway glared at him but still headed towards the door.
"I'll get it," said Haytham, putting a hand on Connor's shoulder.
Connor pushed his father's hand off and continued towards the door. He opened the door.
"Hey Connor," Desmond, his friend, greeted.