I groaned. I was currently was on a pile of pillows. They were plush and embroidered. Where did they come from? I never bought these pillows.
I rubbed my eyes while they adjusted from the sunlight steaming into the room from the roof. Wait, where were my windows? Why was there a hole in my roof? I sat up, confused. The walls were a sandy color, and there was a fountain on one. Okay. Strange. My thoughts were interrupted by a shuffle across the room.
"Woman, do you always sleep like that? I could barely get any rest with your shifting and babbling." It came from a quite-grumpy Altair. Oops. I forgot. I am in a historical video game. I sat up, scratching the back of my head. I needed a shower. I noticed Altair doing the same. I thought it was funny. Then I realized: he was hoodless! His short brown hair looked soft and silky. I wanted to touch it. I was about to go over to get a closer look, but then he pulled up his hood. I think I made him uncomfortable. He gave me a glare. I think he was about to say something when Malik burst in through the door to the over room!
"Hey Emma! Want something to eat? I bet you are hungry!" he asked me with a smile. He came over and sat down next to me. What the fudge? He was a lot different after his arm was chopped off in the game. I grabbed his arm (which he still had) with interest. I turned it and felt it with my hands. I couldn't believe that he would lose it, because of Altair's arrogance. It was me sad. I guess Malik noticed my change of mood because he stared at me quizzically. Then he glanced at Altair. Suddenly, Malik's grin turned into a frown. Altair was glaring at Malik and me for no apparent reason. Weird.
"Emma," Malik said, nudging me, "come on. Do you like fruit?" I got up with him heading over to the other room, leaving Altair alone in the entrance area. I glanced back at Altair. He was still glaring at the back of Malik's head. I imagined laser beams coming out of Altair's eyes and melting Malik's skull. I blamed my cousin's addiction to Sci-Fi films. When Altair noticed me watching him, he turned to the wall, pulling his hood over his face.
After I grabbed some fruit for my breakfast, I sat down, stuffing my face. Malik and the Rafik were in deep conversation, probably about some plans or something. It sounded boring. I sighed, and stared at the grapes in my lap. My thoughts started drifting to Altair. He wasn't in the this room, so he couldn't have gotten any food yet. I got up and exited the room, going to Altair. I was going to see if he wanted any of my grapes.
When I got there, Altair was still on some pillows. He was grumbling to himself and absentmindedly felt the stub of his ring finger. I sat down next to him, on a blue pillow. He jumped up, surprised. There was a shocked look on his face. I tried to contain a fit of giggles. Altair, the mighty and stoic assassin, scared. Altair then composed himself and sat back down.
Not facing me, he asked, "Did you hear any of that?" I shook my head. He sighed in relief. He turned to face me, with a scowl on his face. "What do you want?" he asked. I held up my grapes.
"Want some?" There was a small smile on his face as he grabbed a grape. I took one and put it to my lips. I then sucked it in quickly, making a small popping noise. Altair looked at me curiously. He didn't know how to do it. I could tell he wanted to learn though.
"Here, this is how you do it." I took a grape and held it to his lips. He seemed happy that he didn't have to ask. "Now, all you have to do is to produce enough suction to pull it into your mouth." He tried and succeeded at making the grape 'pop'. I smiled and held another grape to his mouth. He was about to suck it in when Malik came in. Altair flushed and started to choke on his grape. Oh good lord. Altair was coughing like a maniac. Thankfully, I didn't have to perform the Heimlich maneuver on him or anything. When Altair looked up, he still had a blush on his face.
Malik started laughing. "Oh, Altair and Emma-" Altair went over to Malik and punched him in the face. I love grapes.