[ the music in his ears - classical conservatory sumeru repertoire with a layer of ambient noise over the top for concentration - is much too engrossing for him to be able to hear kaveh's carrying on outside, nor the banging on the door. really, he's doing his very best to bring some semblance of order back into his life after the absolute mess that the previous night was, and after a couple of hours trying to get into the headspace to actually do the work on his plate, alhaitham had finally managed to get somewhere.
unfortunately, ten minutes after that breakthrough, he'd been snapped out of his reverie by his cape being dumped on his desk out of nowhere. normally unflappable, even he jumped a little at that because he was certain he'd locked the fucking door and no-one should be able to worm their way in without him noticing, let alone the one person he'd been trying to keep out.
a slender finger taps on the side of his headphones, momentarily muting them with an irritated look on his face as he looks up from the interruption. however, he only sees kaveh's retreating back before the other sits himself down on his side of the office - takes in the telltale signs that the architect had indeed stayed out for a second round of self destruction last night, like the messy blonde locks of his hair spilling over his shoulders instead of neatly braided; like the fact he was still wearing the same shirt from the night before, with all the damage it had incurred then.
'you weren't satisfactory enough to help me, so i found someone who was.'
turning halfway in his chair, a gloved hand tightens around the cape before he yanks it from the desk and throws it just as unceremoniously over the back of the sofa behind them. ]
An architect, of all people, should be able to understand a locked door.
[ alhaitham's tone is bitter, and he's unapologetic about it. really? he's in half a mind to stalk over, haul kaveh up and throw him back out like a stray cat. ]
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unfortunately, ten minutes after that breakthrough, he'd been snapped out of his reverie by his cape being dumped on his desk out of nowhere. normally unflappable, even he jumped a little at that because he was certain he'd locked the fucking door and no-one should be able to worm their way in without him noticing, let alone the one person he'd been trying to keep out.
a slender finger taps on the side of his headphones, momentarily muting them with an irritated look on his face as he looks up from the interruption. however, he only sees kaveh's retreating back before the other sits himself down on his side of the office - takes in the telltale signs that the architect had indeed stayed out for a second round of self destruction last night, like the messy blonde locks of his hair spilling over his shoulders instead of neatly braided; like the fact he was still wearing the same shirt from the night before, with all the damage it had incurred then.
the blasé way kaveh saunters in to a locked house, the wordless entrance as if nothing had actually gone on and he hadn't suckerpunched alhaitham in the face in public last night, and the fact that he obviously looked like he'd done more than simply drinking his life away? the scribe doesn't know why the last part pisses him off so much more than the breaking and entering, but it almost felt like that part was being flaunted as well.
'you weren't satisfactory enough to help me, so i found someone who was.'
turning halfway in his chair, a gloved hand tightens around the cape before he yanks it from the desk and throws it just as unceremoniously over the back of the sofa behind them. ]
An architect, of all people, should be able to understand a locked door.
[ alhaitham's tone is bitter, and he's unapologetic about it. really? he's in half a mind to stalk over, haul kaveh up and throw him back out like a stray cat. ]