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Ass-Creed: McDonaldsShaun Hastings was not having a good day.
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Desmond was almost thirty minutes late meeting him. After leaving him alone in their bed, Desmond had gone to train at an actual gym, having grown too used to the warehouse and making do with tins for weights. Shaun had said he'd meet Desmond in a nearby McDonalds, and was sat reading with a cup of tea sat on the table in front of him.
And now the kids sat two tables over were firing spitwads at each other. One landed dangerously close to Shaun's tea, and he tore his gaze away from his copy of The Vampire Armand to glare at the kids.
"Do you mind?" He snapped.
"Nyeh nyeh nyeh." One of them stuck their tongue out at him. "British fag." They chuckled, watching him for a moment, before turning back to their meals, and squirting ketchup over their harrased mother, who stared across at him in apology.
"Kids." Shaun readjusted his grip on his book, sighing. It was rare he got to read any more, at least not without the words 'Assassin' and