..-grumbles-
He brought matty back.

He did?
Why is that so bad?
I mean...
-frowns-

because he rapped connor!
-hisses, s mad-

-jerks back-
...S-sorry...I know, but...
-hesitates-
......Sorry Altair.
You're right.

no..-tries to calm down,sighs deeply-
sorry..
sorry..
-nuzzles-

-leans on-
You're so angry.
-rubs his back softly-

-nods-
Its odd....i havnt been this angry since...maliks little incident..

-frowns, trying to comfort-
Anything I can do to help?
-sincere concern-

-shakes head-
No...im okay....
-smiles softly-

Are you sure?
-looks at lovingly-
I worry about you. You need a break.
-touches his cheek-


-placing torches in their home, quite proud of himself-

-sighs-
...you think so..?
-sad look-
I am worn...


-comes trotting back in, holding chickens-

-nods-
I do.
-kisses forehead-
A small break, a few days.
Lets just...get out of the city.


-eyes light up-
Michael! You got chickens?

-sighs-
...
And do what?
...


-nods-
Yeh..
-shrugs-

Nothing.
-small smile-
That's the point.



What are we gonna do with them, we can't breed them, we don't even have any wheat!
-stupid grin on his face-

How am i supposed to protect the people here tho...
-sighs-

-shrugs-
Eat them stupid.

Someone else can. Ezio can. Just tell them to lay low.
You can't do this to yourself.
-gently rubs his cheek-
Altair...


What! No, we can't!
-rushes to, tries to grab them-
They want to live, Michael!

-sad look, looks so worn out-
....Im tired of this life...


-holds them closer-
WE need to live!!
WE NEED FOOD FUCKTARD.

-worried, smile fades-
Altair...
-watches carefully-
Come on, lets go. Right now.
-grabs hand-



Miiiichaelllll...
-whines-
I got...an apple! And we can grow wheat once I figure out how, come on.
-frowns, but has already accepted defeat-

I-I cant...i cant...
-sighs-

NO.
JESUS CHRIST!
-huffs,kills the chicken-
We gotta eat, or else you're gunna DIE.

You don't have a choice.
I'm kidnapping you.
-begins to pack a bag-


-screams-
MICHAEL!!!!!
-eyes wide-
You killed him! We can't even cook the chicken because I used all the coal.
-pissed now, heads to the mine-

Wait huh?
-looks at-
What...?

-fowns-
DOING WHAT?!

-stares at-
If you won't go, I'm FORCING you to.
-swallows hard-
I'm worried, Altair.


Making BLOODY TORCHES.
-snaps, mining-
AH! MICHAEL! MICHAEL!
-runs back up, trips-
Fucking spider, michael! I forgot my sword, help!
-panicking, whining desperately-

-frowns-
...About what...?
I...i dont get it.

-grumbles, just holding a dead chicken-
NO, why should i?

You just need a break.
Anyone can tell.
....Do you want me to talk to Malik about it?


-cries out-
It bit me!
-runs up, limping, turns and closes off the mine with some dirt-
FUCK!
FUCK YOU MICHAEL!
-falls on his rump, crying at his wound-

-bristles-
No...i will go..
-sighs-


-runs over-
What the hell dude!?

That's what I thought.
-pets Maria softly-
Pack your things, we're leaving now.


Get away from me michael!
I told you I was in trouble.
-angry, still crying-

Okay..
-sighs and packs up, so tired-

Im sorry!!
-kneels and looks at his leg-
..

-wraps an arm around his waist-
Relax.
-kisses cheek softly-
Let's go.


-whines, too hurt to REALLY object-
Go play with your dead chicken.
-bitter, sobs, wipes his eyes-

Ah...Okay..
-worried-
Okay...

-frowns,leans in and kisses-
Shut up and let me me help you.

-grabs hand, picks up the bags, Henri nestled comfortably in her usual bag-
-smiles-
Come on Altair.
Just a couple days. Just you and me, nothing to do, no one to see.
-heads out-


-stops crying immediately, eyes widen-
.....M-Michael...
-stares-

-smiles softly-
...yeha...sounds good...


-rolls eyes-
Shudup.
-helps wrap the wound-

-whimpers-
Why did you kiss me?
-watches-

to shut you up so i could help you jesus.
-rolls eyes-

-huffs, tries to jerk away from-
You could have done something else!

-shrugs-
It worked! im not complaining.

-a little disappointed, but showing it by being angry-
You should be!
-angry, turns away from completely-

-rolls eyes-
FINE limp you british ass back home see if i give a shit.

You KISSED me.
-upset, blushing red-
You could have SLAPPED me or something instead!
-whimpers, holds his wound, in pain-
Ahhh...
-tries to finish up the wrapping-

You just would have bitched more!!
JESUS!
-rolls eyes,stomps back to their home-

...Michael...
-watches him go, whimpers-
.......
-really hungry-
-just sits there like a doofus-