[video/action]

[heavenlyfinale]

[At first, the video is of someone's feet. Sneakers, to be exact, attached to long, shapely legs. It obviously turns on in the middle of a conversation.]

-so so sorry, Desmond. I really didn't mean to!

[The camera angle pans up, showing the interior of Desmond's new bar. It's nearly open for business, the lights are on and everything's in

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[livethecreed]

[Here ya go Tifa, have a face that's amazingly similar to the one you're standing next to. Enjoy.]

What are you doing to Desmond?

[heavenlyfinale]

[Oh. Oh. Oh. Hello there. Initial shock aside because holy Shiva, they do look similar, Tifa just grins.]

I accidentally spilled a drink on him.

[failssassin]

[Aw crap. Desmond recognizes the accent and the voice. And he visibly pales before he runs a hand over his face]

Please tell me this is a nightmare...

[livethecreed]

[He addresses Desmond first, having the perfect response on hand.] If it is I would appreciate being awoken now.

[Then he turns to Tifa]

And so you film it?

[failssassin]

[Still from the background]

Not as much as I'd like it, trust me.

[livethecreed]

Yet you allow this to continue. [He's actually finding this a bit amusing. Seriously Desmond, how do you keep ending up in these situations?]

[failssassin]

[Desmond glares at Altaïr, he knows all too well that the other man is amused by this.]

Well, what do you suggest I do? Jump her? [A pause] Wait...that's not exactly what I meant to say...

[livethecreed]

I believe that would not help your situation.

[pause]

Clothing yourself, however, might.

[failssassin]

[And this is where his two ancestors are different. No doubt the Italian one would have had a blast teasing him about his slip up there.

Desmond rolls his eyes this time. Your amusement is showing, Altaïr.]

Yeah, good idea. The problem is, my shirt is wet, sticky and stained. And my apartment is quite a bit away from here.

[Enjoy the view, Gramps.]

[livethecreed]

[No, he really won't enjoy the view. You are not someone he wants to see naked.

But for teasing purposes, this is better than when he and Malik were novices (the first time for Altaïr) and messed up the simplest things.]

Then I suppose you are going to have to 'deal with it.'

[failssassin]

[Oh come on, it's like looking into a mirror. With less scars and more tattoos. Desmond raises an eyebrow slowly at Altaïr's use of a modern saying, amused at the Syrian using it wrong]

Why should I? I'm not the one complaining here.

[livethecreed]

You did not seem happy to know she was recording the incident.

[failssassin]

[Desmond makes a bit of an unreadable face then]

Would you have been happy to be shown half dressed all over the network?

[livethecreed]

It would not be the most embarrassing thing to happen to me. [And no, he won't tell you about it.]

[failssassin]

[He raises an eyebrow, amused and completely curious about this]

You know you'll have to tell me the story of that one of these days, right?

[livethecreed]

There is not enough alcohol to make me tell that story. [Never telling. Nope, can't make him.]