[ There’s a split second when Hilda thinks that he’s about to give her the middle finger.
Instead what she’s faced with is a blade jutting in and out so quickly that she barely has time to process it. That doesn’t stop her from letting out a startled gasp that still somehow sounds positively scandalized. In a split second she decides that being shown the hidden blade is decidedly worse than being given the middle finger.
She straightens upright instantly, effectively ruining her hiding spot and making her forget why she had been crouched behind him in the first place. In protest, she gives him a hard little poke in the chest with her finger. ]
Altaïr, you promised! How long have you had that on you?! What if that had ruined your coat?
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Instead what she’s faced with is a blade jutting in and out so quickly that she barely has time to process it. That doesn’t stop her from letting out a startled gasp that still somehow sounds positively scandalized. In a split second she decides that being shown the hidden blade is decidedly worse than being given the middle finger.
She straightens upright instantly, effectively ruining her hiding spot and making her forget why she had been crouched behind him in the first place. In protest, she gives him a hard little poke in the chest with her finger. ]
Altaïr, you promised! How long have you had that on you?! What if that had ruined your coat?
[ Yeah that’s the problem here. ]