This is based of the drawing called friends by Mongoliantiger
Ezio was determined to kick Connor's ass at mortal kombat. Connor was the best player, and the luckiest. Even though he was determined and button mashing like a champion, Ezio was losing, bad. He was already below half health on round two, and they had just started the match!
"C'mon Ezio, let me have a turn." Desmond grumbled from his spot on the floor. They had played three matches already
"Be quiet! I'm already losing." Ezio frowned, focusing on trying to dodge Connor's character.
Suddenly, Connor's phone rang, and he reached into his pocket to grab his phone, simultaneously knocking Ezio down to ten health.
"Who's that?" Ezio asked, hoping this would be the distraction he needed to win.
"It's dad." Connor answered the phone.
Forget about distracting Connor, Ezio and Desmond had a better idea. Ezio began to moan loudly, leaning closer to Connor so it would be heard over the phone.
"Ahh! Yes! Ah! Connor! Connor! Ahh!"
"Pass the weed!" Desmond shouted, and Connor looked towards the two of them, glaring.
"Ah! Connor! Don't hit me so hard! Ahh! Ah!"
"The weed!"
"Shut up!" Connor snapped at them, killing Ezio's character, making the Italian pout. "Do you need something?" He asked his dad over the phone.
"I think I'll just call back later." Haytham deadpanned, hanging up.
Connor dropped his phone onto the couch and then shoved Ezio and Desmond.
"Assholes." He grumbled as the two deviants laughed.
Upon arriving home, the first thing Haytham asked Connor when he walked through the door was what the hell was wrong with his friends.
"I don't know." Connor shook his head. They were idiots, but they were his idiots, and he wouldn't change that for the world, especially when he was able to get back at them.
"No you turn and I'll lead- ow! That was my foot!"
"Merda, sorry. Just let me, I think I've got it! Ow!"
Altair watched the two bumbling morons as they tried to make it into the bathroom after Connor handcuffed them together by their right arms, making movement quite difficult. He untrusted the key to Altair, who promised to send him a video of the spectacle before him. As he filmed them, Altair silently snickered as he watched Ezio give up and pick Desmond up, the latter yelping as he wrapped his legs around the Italian's waist, their arms bent at an uncomfortable angle. He'd unlock them in another hour, or maybe two, but until then, he would enjoy the show.
