[ a sharp intake of breath at the flippant remarks, a clear sign of vexation as alhaitham takes his headphones off and plants them on his desk with significantly more force than necessary. no work would be getting done until kaveh left. ]

Do it somewhere else.

[ the scribe responds almost instantly, his voice frostier than usual. getting up from his chair, he stalks over to the blonde's desk, bare feet resounding against the wooden floor just as angrily as his voice had sounded. if kaveh didn't want to resolve anything, alhaitham definitely would - and just because his roommate thought that teyvat currently revolved around him doesn't mean he'd let that justify work that needed to be done getting interrupted.

at least, that's what he tells himself.

as he bends slightly to slam a hand down on top of the papers kaveh is currently working on so he can't possibly brush him off this time, he hates that it gives him a better view of the litany of marks scattering over that porcelain skin; the state of his hair that would've only been a result of another's hands running through it.

it almost, almost makes him ball his fist up in the papers, but luckily for kaveh, alhaitham had more respect for academic work than that.

for now. ]

You had no problem running from reality last night, so I'm sure you can do it again. Did you keep their address?

[ the addendum slips out without a second thought, and he distantly wonders why he added it. it felt almost like the sour taste of jealousy, but really, it's just that kaveh has proven he has elsewhere he can freeload off of; other people to annoy (or sleep with, whatever came first). ]