Altair was about to say something else when suddenly Ezio's phone went off. Before Ezio could get it Altair snatched it out of his pocket. "Oh look, its from Malik," he said and he saw a not so cocky look in Ezio's eyes. "Lets see what he has to say," and he opened the text as Ezio, with a sudden surge of energy, tried to get to his feet. Almost lazily Altair kicked him in the gut and he went back down, "Try again next time little cousin," Altair told him before looking at the text. "Oh my Ezio, it appears that you're full of shit," he smirked now feeling a lot better. "It appears that you got dumped, unless I'm not fully aware of all of English's complexities. Though I'm fairy certain that that's what 'I'm sorry it had to end that's way' means. Am I right?" the look on Ezio's face was all he needed. "And I highly doubt you'd have the balls to have sex with Malik. Such a liar," he tufted and looked down at Ezio who was still on the floor though now sitting up.
"Go to hell Altair," Ezio growled.
"I most surely will. But that's for another time." He looked away from Ezio and flipped open the phone using the pad to send a message back, 'Are you home?'
Ezio just watched him and they waited in silence till again Ezio's phone sounded. Altair grinned at the scathing anger he could feel through the phone, Ezio must have pissed Malik off. 'Of course I am you fucking idiotic bastard where else would I be?'
"I hope you remember all the numbers in your contacts Ezio," Altair then declared and deleted them, all of them. "And text messages," and deleted those too. Ezio just glared knowing there was no way he could actually stop Altair, he was too strong. "Now than," he tossed the now empty phone into Ezio's lap before grabbing Ezio by the hair and made him look up. "I think it's you who will be staying away from Malik if you value your friendship with him, which appears to mean little if you would use him like that just to once again be a petty copycat," Ezio just continued to glare silently. "Nothing to say? Well that is a first," and he let Ezio go.
“Big talk for a guy he never talked about, all while you were go-” Altair kicked him again to shut him up.
“Have I told you that you talk to much Ezio?” Altair growled at him, “Because really you do. You have a big mouth, and that is what separates us. Because while you will sit here and talk. I will go out and do. And that,” he tapped Ezio on the chest with his boot, “is why Federico and I are the favored sons and you are not. Now excuse me, I have work to do and can’t be here all night entertaining you. People to kill and all that,” he sneered at him before stepping over him like he was bag of trash on the curb and left his cousin’s apartment without a backwards glance.
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"Go to hell Altair," Ezio growled.
"I most surely will. But that's for another time." He looked away from Ezio and flipped open the phone using the pad to send a message back, 'Are you home?'
Ezio just watched him and they waited in silence till again Ezio's phone sounded. Altair grinned at the scathing anger he could feel through the phone, Ezio must have pissed Malik off. 'Of course I am you fucking idiotic bastard where else would I be?'
"I hope you remember all the numbers in your contacts Ezio," Altair then declared and deleted them, all of them. "And text messages," and deleted those too. Ezio just glared knowing there was no way he could actually stop Altair, he was too strong. "Now than," he tossed the now empty phone into Ezio's lap before grabbing Ezio by the hair and made him look up. "I think it's you who will be staying away from Malik if you value your friendship with him, which appears to mean little if you would use him like that just to once again be a petty copycat," Ezio just continued to glare silently. "Nothing to say? Well that is a first," and he let Ezio go.
“Big talk for a guy he never talked about, all while you were go-” Altair kicked him again to shut him up.
“Have I told you that you talk to much Ezio?” Altair growled at him, “Because really you do. You have a big mouth, and that is what separates us. Because while you will sit here and talk. I will go out and do. And that,” he tapped Ezio on the chest with his boot, “is why Federico and I are the favored sons and you are not. Now excuse me, I have work to do and can’t be here all night entertaining you. People to kill and all that,” he sneered at him before stepping over him like he was bag of trash on the curb and left his cousin’s apartment without a backwards glance.