"What was that for!" He hissed. You placed your hands on your hips and glared. Hard.
"Well, you didn't come to the hiding place to surprise him, causing Altaïr to drown!" You huffed. He snickered.
"I didn't go not because I was scared, but because I was writing my death note. I even have it on me," He explained, holding a piece of parchment. "but you said he drowned? Why?" He asked, rubbing his cheek.
You smirked. "I pushed him in. I completely forgot he couldn't swim until I realized he wasn't floating up." You explained. Kadar laughed.
"Are you trying to kill your husband?" He teased.
"No! He isn't my husband either!" You groaned.
"Whatever you say, (y/n)!" He sang. "Oh, brother!" He ran over to Malik, who was busy reading some files.
"(Y/n) almost killed Altaïr."
"Good to kno- What?!" Malik shouted. You grinned sheepishly.
"Drowned. Not killed. I pushed him into the river." You said.
"Did you knock some sense into him?" Malik questioned, not even joking.
"For Kadar and I, luckily no. For you on the other hand...no."
"Isn't that basically the same thing?" Kadar asked, puzzled.
"I am smarter than both of you," you glared at him, "and I don't even understand." Malik finished, placing the files in order.
"Must be women logic." Kadar mused, following Malik to...somewhere.
You shook your head. "Some brains you have!" You said, walking the opposite direction.
"(Y/n)!" Abbas shouted across the entire hallway. You mentally groaned. Sometimes you hated him. Just sometimes.
"What?" You hissed. He chuckled, amused at your demeanor.
"My friend wants to be your date." He replied smugly.
You gaped at him. "And who is this friend of yours?"
"Someone." He replied. You looked away in the lack of comfort and confusion.
He must have noticed. "Don't worry. He is a close friend of yours." He assured you. It helped a but, but you still wanted to know who this man was. You could probably guess out of three:
"Ah, he also said that you could go to the date, which is near the end of Masayf, in your robes, but he gave you the option of dressing nicely. Up to you." Abbas finished. You nodded.
"...what to wear...what to wear..." You murmured, thinking if you should go in your robes or buy and formal dress of some sort.
Abbas heard and laughed. "Women." He snickered. You slapped his arm.
"I need to look nice, don't I?" You argued. He simply waved you off.
"If this man loved you, he wouldn't care how you looked." He said. You slowly nodded, agreeing. You stood there, thinking. Abbas walked away, before saying two words that annoyed you to no end.