Interaction
It seemed as if ever since then, you happened to notice Altaïr around the city all the time. You'd always walk up to him and start a chat if he wasn't too busy with looking around sneakily or snooping around trying to get away from the streets unnoticed.
Today was one such day.
"Good morning, Altaïr! What's an Assassin like you doing around here early in the morning? I thought they were like owls, or hamsters, only coming out at night…" lucky for oblivious you, Altaïr had gotten used to your to-you-normal-to-him-insulting-words, so he merely stayed silent as he continued to watch the crowd.
You pouted at his lack of response, placing your hands on your hips as you glared at the Assassin, "Hey, if someone greets you, you have to greet them back!"
This only pulled even more silence from Altaïr and you gave up with a sigh, mentally throwing your arms up in the air. You hadn't expected him to reply, though that still didn't explain why your heart skipped a beat when you heard his words.
"…good morning to you too…"
