HAI. BYE. I LOVE THIS. Okay so this happened in roleplay over Twitter.

I was, well, myself, and my friend played Altaïr. Legitimately, I died laughing when this happened. God. Good times. ANYWAYS.

NO DISCLAIMER I'M SICK OF THEM.

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So, the day had been normal. Woke up at 5:30AM, got ready, went to school, got home. But, it was particularly hot that day, and when I was walking home from where the bus had dropped me off, I felt like I was gonna melt into a puddle of sweat. It was really gross. Oh yeah, and the backpack with three textbooks and two binders and whatever else was in there was really heavy and not helping in any way. Not to mention I lost a contact at school, so everything was half-blurry, half-normal.

When I entered my house, my parents weren't home as usual, but my chocolate lab, Regan, greeted me with enthusiasm as I walked through the garage door.

"Hey Reg," was my usual hello to the dog, and I scratched him behind his ears. In response, he slobbered all over my hand. Just wonderful.

"Ugh..." I groaned and wiped the drool-covered hand on my blue jeans, disgusted.

I tossed my heavy book bag on the floor and raced upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Grunting was heard in the game room, and I curiously peeked through the crack the door gave me. I chuckled at what I saw, and walked into the spacious room.

Altaïr was sitting in the green egg chair, looking quite comfortable. His feet were kicked up on the coffee table in front of his chair. I snuck a look at the TV and saw that the assassin was playing Assassin's Creed I. Oh, the irony. I giggled at the thought.

"Oh, you're home," he said, studying me momentarily before switching his gaze back to the game.

"I am," I said, collapsing into the chair next to his.

"Long day?" he easily guessed, stretching out his legs more, groaning.

I nodded slowly. "Be lucky you don't have to go to school. God, it's like eight hours of freakin' torture!"

Altaïr chuckled for a moment, a smirk on his lips.

"So, how was your day?" I asked, watching him play "his" game.

"Played this. It's...entertaining and time consuming."

"Dude, you're about to beat it! Having trouble with Maria?" I grinned, snickering.

The assassin growled and nodded, staring intently at the glowing TV screen.

"Don't worry Alty," I replied as I used his most famous nickname, "It took me a while to. Take out the easy guards first, and ignore the archers. Don't stop pressin' X!"

He smirked and nodded faintly, indicating that he would use my advice I gave him.

"I'm going to...uh, shower now," I said, standing up slowly. Altaïr made no response, so I made my way to the bathroom, closing the door softly.

I contemplated on whether to lock the door, but I realized I was being silly and idiotic. So, instead, I turned on the water, watching it fall steadily into the tub below it.

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I wrapped the green towel around me rightly, stepping out of the shower. The bathroom was super hot, so I opened the door quietly, peering out both ways to make sure the hallway was Altaïr-free. When I was sure it was, I tip-toed softly to my room, staring at my feet.

Something large and well-built blocked my path. I looked up slowly to find myself staring at a certain assassin. I tried reading his expression, but it was emotionless. I gulped, backing away slightly.

"Why were you naked?" I froze when I heard those words come out of his mouth.

"W-What...?" I squeaked out, stuttering slightly.

"Why were you naked?" Altaïr asked again, blinking those magnificent gold eyes at me.

"Did...?" I stopped, clenching my teeth. "Did you go into the bathroom! While I was showering!"

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I glared at him, readjusting my towel self-consciously.

When he didn't say anything, I knew I was completely right, but I wasnt feeling satisfaction right then. That would have to wait until later.

"You...you pervert!" I shot out, raising my hand to slap the Master Assassin's face. He rubbed his cheek, staring.

I growled and pushed past him, into the safety of my room, and closed the door. My face turned red when I realized he had actually seen my body.

I groaned and flung myself onto my bed, realizing that if I had just locked the bathroom door, this wouldn't of ever happened.

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ITS 3:00AM AND I HAVE TO GET UP FOR SCHOOL IN TWO HOURS. YOU'RE WELCOME.