‘Who the fuck is this and how did you get my number and how do you know my name!?’
‘It’s Ezio’
‘And for about five seconds I thought it was someone important’
‘Ha ha very funny Altair’
‘What do you want copycat?’
‘Thanks’
‘Fuck you, don’t send me a message again until you stop being a scared copy cat and man up to your mistakes.’
‘You don’t have to be so harsh you know’ ‘You’re still my cousin’ ‘Altair c’mon I’m trying to make nice’ ‘Malik told me to so I am, cause he’s my friend’ ‘I know you’re reading these because you’re too anal not to’ ‘Will you at least agree to not punch me in the face again the next time you see me?’ ‘I take that as a no’ ‘Why are you being so difficult right now’ ‘Malik said he forgave me so I don’t know why you have your underwear in a knot. Just stop being a dick okay?’ ‘I’m seriously about the punching thing btw’
—
Malik rose his brows at Altair as he watched the other man turn his go-phone off and toss it onto the coffee table, and that was only after he’d sent a few texts on it he knew were from Ezio. “You going to stay mad at him for a while?” he asked as Altair leaned back against his chest. They were half lying on the couch, Malik propped up against the arm and Altair lying between his legs, back to chest.
“Till I feel like not,” Altair grumbled.
“I think you’re being petty,” Malik said simply and ran a hand through Altair’s hair.
“Probably. He’s still a dick,” Altair folded his arms trying to be grumpy. Malik just smiled slightly and continued to comb through his hair gently and turned to watch the TV which was tuned to Discovery and some sort of mindless fishing show, looked like shrimp. Shrimp, of all things. Altair’s act didn’t last very long though and he tilted his head a little as Malik changed the position of his hand, to get him to ruffle where he wanted.
“I find it impressive you try so hard to be tough,” Malik informed him.
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (84/?)
‘Who else would it be? Hey’
‘Fuck I dunno, Altair stole the phone from you last time’
‘Key word being ‘stole’’ ‘What is it?’
‘Is it bad I wanted to apologize again?’
‘Fooor?’
‘… He didn’t tell you?’
‘Tell me what?’
‘Fuck, nevermind’
‘…’ ‘Now you have to tell me’
‘Nope’
‘C’mon ezio don’t be a dick’ ‘ezio?’ ‘ezio?’ ‘ezio?’ ‘Damnit ezio don’t fucking screen my text messages!’
‘Does Altair have a cellphone?’ ‘Sorry I was screening your messages, I was waiting till you weren’t mad’
‘He does’
‘Texting?’
‘Yes’
‘Give me his number’
‘Why don’t you ask someone else?’
‘No one else has his number, obviously. Like my cousin gives it out to just anyone’
‘He’s your cousin’
‘Yeah and he also punched me in the face the other day. I’m not on his short list of people he likes right now’
‘Why do you assume I have it?’
‘Should I really honor that qystion with a real responce?’
‘You can’t see me, but I;m rolling my eyes so hard right now’ ‘Fine, it’s 614-872-1073’
‘Thanks’
‘Don’t thank me’
‘Why?’
‘Should I really homor that question with a real respnce?’
‘… Fair enough’ ‘Also, I’m sorry.’
‘Yeah okay whatever it’s about as bad as rauf apologizing to me, stop it, you know I hate mopers’
‘kk’
‘Never send me that message again or I’ll be the pne punching you next time I see you’
‘HA! No you would’t, my face is too pretty for that’
‘Try me’
‘kk’
‘You’re like a five year old’
‘Hey also, get together at my place this weekend. Coming?’
‘For?’
‘Hockey’
‘Sure’
‘Don’t bring Altair’
‘Fine’
‘Thanks’
‘I’m doing it for his sake, not yours. He wouldn’t know what was going on’
‘Not because he would punch me again?’
‘Not if I was there he wouldn’t’ ‘So I’ll see you then’
‘Yeah’
—
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‘Who the fuck is this and how did you get my number and how do you know my name!?’
‘It’s Ezio’
‘And for about five seconds I thought it was someone important’
‘Ha ha very funny Altair’
‘What do you want copycat?’
‘Thanks’
‘Fuck you, don’t send me a message again until you stop being a scared copy cat and man up to your mistakes.’
‘You don’t have to be so harsh you know’ ‘You’re still my cousin’ ‘Altair c’mon I’m trying to make nice’ ‘Malik told me to so I am, cause he’s my friend’ ‘I know you’re reading these because you’re too anal not to’ ‘Will you at least agree to not punch me in the face again the next time you see me?’ ‘I take that as a no’ ‘Why are you being so difficult right now’ ‘Malik said he forgave me so I don’t know why you have your underwear in a knot. Just stop being a dick okay?’ ‘I’m seriously about the punching thing btw’
—
Malik rose his brows at Altair as he watched the other man turn his go-phone off and toss it onto the coffee table, and that was only after he’d sent a few texts on it he knew were from Ezio. “You going to stay mad at him for a while?” he asked as Altair leaned back against his chest. They were half lying on the couch, Malik propped up against the arm and Altair lying between his legs, back to chest.
“Till I feel like not,” Altair grumbled.
“I think you’re being petty,” Malik said simply and ran a hand through Altair’s hair.
“Probably. He’s still a dick,” Altair folded his arms trying to be grumpy. Malik just smiled slightly and continued to comb through his hair gently and turned to watch the TV which was tuned to Discovery and some sort of mindless fishing show, looked like shrimp. Shrimp, of all things. Altair’s act didn’t last very long though and he tilted his head a little as Malik changed the position of his hand, to get him to ruffle where he wanted.
“I find it impressive you try so hard to be tough,” Malik informed him.
“I am tough,” Altair groused, though lowly.