The Fall of the Assassins: Troubles of becoming a gentleman
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Trying to turn Ratonhnhaké:ton into a proper gentleman as Haytham conceded to try, was not going well. While Ratonhnhaké:ton had agreed that he was willing to learn the ways of a proper gentleman he could not easily give up his love of climbing trees and playing in the mud. Of course, Haytham's disapproving looks always made him shrink into himself and promise that he would try better next time, but once again temptation grew to strong and he would return home caked in mud with a bright grin on his face. That wasn't the only problem, the table manners was atrocious, picking and eating the food with his hands, smearing bits all over his face. In fact, Haytham and Charles had tried to teach him how to use forks, spoons and knives, and when to use the appropriate utensils, but it was more fun to use them to flick food everywhere. Which lead to food fights with gravy's and sauces staining the walls and carpets, and food caked in their hair, but they enjoyed themselves.
Haytham had tried to dress Ratonhnhaké:ton in the appropriate dresswear, however at the first glance of such items saw Ratonhnhaké:ton running and screaming out of his room at the horror of tight fitting, pompous looking frills and 'how the hell can I wear that many clothes' of the ugly coloured outfit. Of course, Charles was in the middle of baking when he heard such scream and rushed out to see what had happened when he was barrelled over by Ratonhnhaké:ton. The cake in his hands went flying in the air until it land on Haytham's head, who had chased after Ratonhnhaké:ton. Both decided to flee the scene before Haytham could yell at them, as "Raton Charles" was shouted after them.
The tutoring had seemed to be going well for a while until, Ratonhnhaké:ton started falling asleep in the lessons or complaining that they were boring and what was the point in learning Latin, he wasn't going to use it anytime soon. However when he found out that it was more enjoyable to throw books at Charles when he had is back, saw Ratonhnhaké:ton returning to his lessons every singles day but also an increase of bumps and bruises on Charles. In which Charles would of course complain to Haytham who just smirked in his glass of scotch.
Haytham at this point was pulling his hair out and was showing early signs of gray hair trying to work out what to do with Ratonhnhaké:ton. The only thing that was going well for Ratonhnhaké:ton was when he was learning how to fight, he was quick, insightful, enjoyed it and had a natural talent for fighting. This lead to Haytham's preening about for a couple days leading to Charles and Ratonhnhaké:ton's disgust.
Another problem was Ratonhnhaké:ton's name, Ratonhnhaké:ton was too hard to pronounce and he hated the shorten version of it with a passion. They had deliberated names, Charles had come up with Haytham jr. which was meet with shock and disgust, thus it was quickly crossed of the list. Ratonhnhaké:ton had thought of Connor but Haytham shot it down saying it was such a common name. After much discussion they had finally decided on a name (well Haytham decided and glared the others in submission while blackmailing Charles by threatening his baking supplies and Ratonhnhaké:ton's tomahawk). His new name was Balthazar or as Ratonhnhaké:ton decided Zar for short. However he would tell his friends to call him Connor, 'stupid old man for threatening his tomahawk... mumble...mumble' as he walked away from the conversation pouting.
Haytham looking down at his journal, the reports he made of Ratonhnhaké:ton's progess, rubbed at his temple in pain of a slight headache, believing that he may need help in dealing with Ratonhnhaké:ton. Quickly penning a letter to someone he believed could help, he could only wait and hope for a reply.