[ the rest of the night had been at the very least, uneventful.
perhaps alhaitham had pettily locked the front door from the inside so kaveh couldn't get in, but it turns out that he hadn't tried anyway - likely still out barhopping until the small hours of the morning, and then passed out on a friendlier couch than he'd be able to find inside this house in particular.
even though the blonde hadn't kicked down his door looking for more trouble, alhaitham's mood remained decidedly sour even through until the next morning. he'd say that he doesn't like interruption to his routine and that's what's ruffling his feathers, but the truth is: his jaw still hurt (a faint bruise marring the skin) and he was still pissed off about the entire argument.
so, he'd done the only reasonable thing that came to mind and thrown himself into his work. headphones on, he'd retired before the sun had even come up to the study in the house because sleep had been evasive and his mind, busy. alhaitham's buried nose-deep in stacks of semiotic texts that required review to be added to the haravatat curriculum - a thoroughly menial, endless task, which was exactly what he needed to distract himself right now.
the most aggravating thing, though? as hard as he tried to concentrate on the words and the notes he was taking, unwelcome flashbacks to the previous night kept snaking in between the lines.
sighing in annoyance, he turns his headphones up louder. perhaps the volume would drown kaveh out, wherever he was. ]
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perhaps alhaitham had pettily locked the front door from the inside so kaveh couldn't get in, but it turns out that he hadn't tried anyway - likely still out barhopping until the small hours of the morning, and then passed out on a friendlier couch than he'd be able to find inside this house in particular.
even though the blonde hadn't kicked down his door looking for more trouble, alhaitham's mood remained decidedly sour even through until the next morning. he'd say that he doesn't like interruption to his routine and that's what's ruffling his feathers, but the truth is: his jaw still hurt (a faint bruise marring the skin) and he was still pissed off about the entire argument.
so, he'd done the only reasonable thing that came to mind and thrown himself into his work. headphones on, he'd retired before the sun had even come up to the study in the house because sleep had been evasive and his mind, busy. alhaitham's buried nose-deep in stacks of semiotic texts that required review to be added to the haravatat curriculum - a thoroughly menial, endless task, which was exactly what he needed to distract himself right now.
the most aggravating thing, though? as hard as he tried to concentrate on the words and the notes he was taking, unwelcome flashbacks to the previous night kept snaking in between the lines.
sighing in annoyance, he turns his headphones up louder. perhaps the volume would drown kaveh out, wherever he was. ]