It was a bit after midnight as Altair pulled on the last parts of his costume. He had a job to do and a party to attend which was why he was wearing this semi ridiculous outfit. Of all the weird holidays Westerners practiced Altair was sure Halloween was one of the oddest. He understood the purpose but still thought it was strange, there was nothing even akin to it in Syria. But it allowed for a very unique experience, because today everyone wore a mask and he was surprised more hits weren't executed during this holiday since it was the perfect way to hide because once you were in a costume you were anonymous and invisible. Which of course his purpose, to do this unseen.
He didn’t really care either way for the job or the holiday or anything like that. He was just insanely happy about the day and the place. He even hummed a little, grinning dumbly to himself his mind on something far more pleasant than his job or anything else that had happened in the past few months.
He looked up when the door opened, his brows going up when he saw it was Ezio. He was staying with his cousin since unlike his uncle or even his older cousin Ezio was rather expendable and if he did do something as stupid as getting caught it would likely only be traced only so far as Ezio. Not to mention none of the rest of his family knew he was even in the country. Ezio had this annoyed look on his face along with the slightly out of focus of alcohol. Altair wrinkled his nose at Ezio.
“You’re back. You said you wouldn’t be back till morning,” he said double checking the clip in his hand gun before sliding it home with a snap and spinning the silencer onto the muzzle, putting the entire thing into a special holster under the loose fitting of his costume.
“So did I,” Ezio growled.
“What happened? You get denied at that party?” Altair couldn’t help but sneer, sometimes his cousin was a bit too cocky and a bit too loose. Ezio just glared at him. “Did you have a good time anyway?” Altair sighed with a slight roll of his eyes. Ezio just glared at him darkly, “… Did I do something wrong?” he asked. What was with Ezio? He usually wasn’t this moody.
“When do you leave?” Ezio ignored his question totally.
“Leave?”
“The country,” Ezio growled out. Well, someone was testy tonight.
“I just got in this morning,” Altair said raising both brows at him with a chuckle, “So eager to see me gone?” he smirked and ignored the glare so go over to his duffle and pulled out a knife. He checked the edge against his thumb before shoving it into his boot. “I’m not sure, we’ll see how tomorrow goes,” he couldn’t, nor did he bother to fight the grin that spread across his face.
“Why? What happens tomorrow?” Ezio asked sounding anxious about the answer, Altair’s face fell with annoyance.
“I was going to bother Malik,” oh, bother and then some. Along with beg for forgiveness for being the biggest flake in history and pray Malik forgave him. He watched with reserved interest at the subtle shift in Ezio’s face. “Now what is it?” he sighed dramatically growing more annoyed by Ezio’s depressing mood by the second.
“I don’t want you to,” Ezio said tightly.
Altair rolled his eyes, “Yes yes, I remember you telling me I was a terrible influence on your poor friend Malik. But it’s been a while,” he smiled only a bit.
“I don’t want you going near him,” Ezio said in a firmer tone.
Altair snorted, “Since when do you get to decide?” Altair asked dropping his duffle back to the floor before going to stand in front of his cousin.
“Since he’s my boyfriend.”
Altair blinked at him and turned his head away. Then before he could refrain he turned back around and nailed Ezio so hard in the face the other man fell over. He'd been so surprised he hadn't even cried out till he reached up grabbing his bloody nose. Altair stood over him and pressed his foot to his chest making him wheeze. He leaned down resting him arms on a slightly bent knee and now it was he who was glaring.
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (59/?)
It was a bit after midnight as Altair pulled on the last parts of his costume. He had a job to do and a party to attend which was why he was wearing this semi ridiculous outfit. Of all the weird holidays Westerners practiced Altair was sure Halloween was one of the oddest. He understood the purpose but still thought it was strange, there was nothing even akin to it in Syria. But it allowed for a very unique experience, because today everyone wore a mask and he was surprised more hits weren't executed during this holiday since it was the perfect way to hide because once you were in a costume you were anonymous and invisible. Which of course his purpose, to do this unseen.
He didn’t really care either way for the job or the holiday or anything like that. He was just insanely happy about the day and the place. He even hummed a little, grinning dumbly to himself his mind on something far more pleasant than his job or anything else that had happened in the past few months.
He looked up when the door opened, his brows going up when he saw it was Ezio. He was staying with his cousin since unlike his uncle or even his older cousin Ezio was rather expendable and if he did do something as stupid as getting caught it would likely only be traced only so far as Ezio. Not to mention none of the rest of his family knew he was even in the country. Ezio had this annoyed look on his face along with the slightly out of focus of alcohol. Altair wrinkled his nose at Ezio.
“You’re back. You said you wouldn’t be back till morning,” he said double checking the clip in his hand gun before sliding it home with a snap and spinning the silencer onto the muzzle, putting the entire thing into a special holster under the loose fitting of his costume.
“So did I,” Ezio growled.
“What happened? You get denied at that party?” Altair couldn’t help but sneer, sometimes his cousin was a bit too cocky and a bit too loose. Ezio just glared at him. “Did you have a good time anyway?” Altair sighed with a slight roll of his eyes. Ezio just glared at him darkly, “… Did I do something wrong?” he asked. What was with Ezio? He usually wasn’t this moody.
“When do you leave?” Ezio ignored his question totally.
“Leave?”
“The country,” Ezio growled out. Well, someone was testy tonight.
“I just got in this morning,” Altair said raising both brows at him with a chuckle, “So eager to see me gone?” he smirked and ignored the glare so go over to his duffle and pulled out a knife. He checked the edge against his thumb before shoving it into his boot. “I’m not sure, we’ll see how tomorrow goes,” he couldn’t, nor did he bother to fight the grin that spread across his face.
“Why? What happens tomorrow?” Ezio asked sounding anxious about the answer, Altair’s face fell with annoyance.
“I was going to bother Malik,” oh, bother and then some. Along with beg for forgiveness for being the biggest flake in history and pray Malik forgave him. He watched with reserved interest at the subtle shift in Ezio’s face. “Now what is it?” he sighed dramatically growing more annoyed by Ezio’s depressing mood by the second.
“I don’t want you to,” Ezio said tightly.
Altair rolled his eyes, “Yes yes, I remember you telling me I was a terrible influence on your poor friend Malik. But it’s been a while,” he smiled only a bit.
“I don’t want you going near him,” Ezio said in a firmer tone.
Altair snorted, “Since when do you get to decide?” Altair asked dropping his duffle back to the floor before going to stand in front of his cousin.
“Since he’s my boyfriend.”
Altair blinked at him and turned his head away. Then before he could refrain he turned back around and nailed Ezio so hard in the face the other man fell over. He'd been so surprised he hadn't even cried out till he reached up grabbing his bloody nose. Altair stood over him and pressed his foot to his chest making him wheeze. He leaned down resting him arms on a slightly bent knee and now it was he who was glaring.