[Video]

[livethecreed]

[Abax, you're being treated to a most horrifying site: This sweater. Now, if you're done throwing up over the sheer awfulness of it then pay attention, Altair has a bit of a request.]Who wants to burn this thing off of me? While I really would prefer that I remain uninjured, this thing needs to come off. It's horrifying and I'm willing to

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[isanovice]

Video;

[ Oh this is good. Too good, in fact, to pass up.

It's all that he can do to keep the smug expression from his features as the video function starts, and he makes a point of showing that he is notably, sweater free. ]

I am sure I can find you a match. I would be happy to assist.

[livethecreed]

I would kiss your feet in thanks. [Not even joking. Also, you suck for not having been submitted to this torture.]

[isanovice]

Where may I find you?

I will bring the matches.

[ And this, my friends, is the precursor to him getting himself stuck up a tree...

Karma, anyone? ]

[livethecreed]

The shop I'm staying in. It's one of the men's clothing stores not far from the hospital. I'll send you basic directions. [Please get here ASAP. He'll be forever grateful.

Karma's being evil to both of them then? What a bitch.]

[hellsbellsharry]

Audio. Someone is not willing to trust their facial features just right now.

Okay, not that is an impressively ugly sweater.

And Ah... Sure... I could throw fire at you.

But that doesn't work. [Have the sound of scissors cutting wool.]

[livethecreed]

[Yeah, yeah, yeah. Not important. Are those scissors he hears?]

Are those scissors? Do I hear scissors? You better not be holding out on me.

[hellsbellsharry]

[Snip, snip, snip.]

I dunno, they could be. [Snip.]

They do work though.

[livethecreed]

What do you want? [Right to the point this one. And no fucking with him Harry!]

[failssassin]

[Video]

[He was drinking when the feed came on and now Desmond is coughing, having choked on his water when he'd seen the sweater. Still, in between coughs, Altaïr will definitely be able to hear his son's chuckles]

This......is......priceless.......

[The novice struggles with his phone for a moment to find the recording feature. This is the best blackmail material ever.]

[livethecreed]

Shut up Desmond. [He has no words for this. And can't come up with a properly snarky response. This thing must be removed.]

Do you have matches or not?

[failssassin]

[The fact that the Syrian doesn't have a come is sure to make him laugh even harder. He's still chuckling when he shakes his head]

I'm not going to lit you on fire, Altaïr.

[Well, would you look at that. He cares about you, not!Daddy]

[livethecreed]

Then give me the matches. I'll light myself.

[He did notice that, but is more concerned about the sheer amount of ugly attached to him.]

[kickedhisface]

[Video]

[WHAT IS THIS ATROCITY YOU'RE WEARING?!?!Maria seems amused by this because even though she's from the 12th century, she can tell this is bad taste in fashion. But it's more Altaïr's words that makes her smirk]

Do be careful what you wish for, Altaïr. Some may take great pleasure in setting you on fire.

[livethecreed]

Let them. Anything to remove this atrocity. [He can't even look at himself Maria. Why does this always happen to him.]

This is worse than that Halloween costume Desmond's door chose. [So much worse.]

[kickedhisface]

[Video]

[It's called karma. And after 800 years or so, you should expect some, really. She rolls her eyes at his whining. God, you sound like your son right now.]

I can always try to cut it with my sword if you want, Altaïr. It might be as effective as fire and less painful.

[The mention of that costume brings colors on her cheeks as the memory of a nearly naked Altaïr pops in her mind. Maria ignores the warmth on her cheeks, her lips thinning out in annoyance]

I would not say so. At least, this...colorful garment will keep you warm. [...And covered too...]

[livethecreed]

You need to be here now then. Anything to get this thing off.

[He'd tease you about the blush and the costume if he'd noticed it, but sadly right now all he's not paying attention to much.]

There's a doll attached to my chest. And it's ugly.

[need_a_hand]

[video]

[ok he's just. going to raise his brow as he takes in Altaïr in all his holiday splendor. His tone is dry dry dryyyy] What is the atrocious songs those snow golems sing? 'He sees you when you are sleeping.' I wonder if that monster on your chest is what they speak of.

[livethecreed]

I hate you. So much at this moment. [He's stealing your glare and directing it back at you.]

((OOC: Sorry so late, I had personal stuff crop up.))

[need_a_hand]

[He's stealing your smirk and sending it right back B) ] Far be it from me to judge your apparel, brother.

[ooc; never a problem man, no rush! I hope everything worked out!]

[livethecreed]

Just tell me you have matches and are in a bad mood. I'm willing to be set on fire to get rid of this thing.

((OOC: It did for the most. So hopefully I'll be more productive now.))