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well good morning there by ~SaiJiraija
In the parkAfter few weeks Altaïr was still in hospital, frustrated on lack of freedom to move around; nothing to do but lie on bed and sleep or stare out the window. His wounds are healed and he wants go to, he had enough of this place.In the park by ~SaiJiraija
Altair's room wasn't the same since he got there; every day there was something new to be found, Malik visited him every day. Table was filled with cards, flowers and chocolates; which was Altaïr forbidden from eating until his condition improved, but he still ate them.
- Altaïr! Wake up! – doors slammed open, it was Ezio – guess what day it is! – Desmond came with a palm covering his fac
HeroWhile professor was talking, Desmond and Ezio were killing time by telling stupid jokes and by thinking up stuff to do later. Altaïr was more practical, he was sleeping, daydreaming, and everything was perfect until…Hero by ~SaiJiraija
- Hey Altaïr, we were just talking about… - Desmond was trying to explain to Altaïr his and Ezios new ideas when he realized his words made no effect on him what so ever - Altaïr! – unable to actually scream during the class, he got closer to Altaïrs ear, called him as loud as he could, and just for in case, gently punched him in ribs - Will you stop sleeping during class!
- Wha… -
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