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[jumpingbird]

Characters: Altair ibn La-Ahad and Kamui (Fuuma).
Location: Kamui's apartment.
Rating: Probably PG, maybe more?
Time: Backdated to yesterday; an hour into a rainy afternoon.
Description: There's complaining and name-finding to be done. Time to get it over with.

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[popupshadow]

[was watching the tv and munching on chips when he heard the knocking, and frowned a bit. who could it be ...? maybe it's nataku's, but nataku don't knock like that ... goes off to open door, and -- ]

Ah, hello. Good to see you.

[steps aside to let the pet in. [: ]

[jumpingbird]

[if you open, you don't mind. small hesitation, anyway- he hates all of this debt, alright- before the rain wins and he brushes past.]

[to... stand.]

[somewhat awkward.]

[a few paces past the threshold.]

... What is that? [the tv, that is. not too gruff-sounding.]

[popupshadow]

Hmm? [turns, looks at the direction he's looking at -- oh] A television. It has moving pictures. Entertaining, at times.

[smiles] Come to haunt me? Or is there something else in particular you need, other than to talk? You can sit down, you know, there's no harm in it.

[jumpingbird]

Hm.

[well, since you suggested it. just moving a bit further into the room.]

[and this takes a moment, but he finally asks it (because it's better than answering):] You've been well?

[popupshadow]

"No, but you said it's in the 'loosest sense'. So there's still something there." He decided he wanted something to eat, too, so he went and picked up his chips that he left in the couch and grabbed a can of pop from the fridge. "I'll admit, I find him interesting, but only because he bothers you; and also because you say he's a fool and insist that he's a waste of time, but concern yourself with his presence in the city otherwise."

Kamui sat down on his chair, watching Altair sit uneasily across him as he smiled. "You sure you're not worried?"

tl;dr. )X;

[jumpingbird]

'Worried' was a bad word for it. It made him sound weak or easily frightened- neither things Altair was in any way comfortable with being associated with him. And yet...

He was concerned over the fact that Ezio ran his mouth so quickly, never mind being so simple to find.

But that wasn't something to share. He knew the other was sharp-- and yet he wasn't ready to give away what he did (he'd already given away his name) simply to have something to 'confide' in. That would have been even more insulting to his pride. So, after a good pause, he let his face twist into a scowl and the uneasiness be replaced by rigid hostility, that binding debt out of his mind. "It isn't any of your concern." And it wasn't, Altair decided, regardless of what the other said about being interested because he was bothered. There were other things Kamui could be interested in. Not him, for one.

[popupshadow]

"Cruel. I suppose it'll take time." Very well, two can play this game. Waiting and watching the things that unfold are two skills that both kamui knew.

... of course, the other Kamui was better at it than he was, seeing as he can't do anything to stop humanity from dying; but hey, he's got skills of his own, too.

"Ah. You are looking for directives, I assume." Kamui ate a chip thoughtfully. "I have one for you."

[jumpingbird]

He opened his mouth - what was that supposed to mean? - but it closed again when directives were mentioned. Commands. Something as easy to grasp as anger. It almost made Altair relax, if that previous prying hadn't been fresh on the mind.

"What is it?"