[ for a second, alhaitham has no response to kaveh's blunt statement, despite the fact that his question itself had been pushing a boundary.
annoyance and then what looks like an ice cold anger flicker across his face for a moment as he simply stares back at the blonde with narrowed eyes, the silence hanging heavily between them for far longer than it should. he hates this, hates how unpredictable kaveh is making him - he's a fan of his routines, of predictability. he's known for his reliable nature, his unflappable sense of self, and here kaveh is, digging his fingernails in and tearing it down. ]
Oh, is that so?
[ as he glowers at the other, it's anyone's guess what he'd do next now that their normal dynamics had been thrown out the window; now that they'd been given credence to simply act as if anything goes. in a fluid movement, the hand planted on top of the graphing papers kaveh had been working on swipes down towards the floor, sending them all scattering - probably not damaged (alhaitham still has standards) but definitely a big fucking mess.
straightening up, he then grabs at a stack of books sitting on the architect's desk and picks them up, striding over to a storage trunk near the door to the study - once decorative, now fit for purpose - and kicks it open his his bare heel, dumping them all inside. ]
Since you're now suddenly so resourceful, you can move out.
[ and he goes for a second stack of books, intent on this one task. he could, should be alone again - why did he ever think it was remotely a good idea for kaveh to live here in the first place? his life could've been peaceful, normal, but instead, here he is, fucking furious for lord know's why, all because every second sentence out of kaveh's mouth made him feel like some sort of jilted lover.
and if he bothered to look closer instead of trying to gather all of the blonde's worldly possessions? he'd probably realise he's just hurt. ]
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annoyance and then what looks like an ice cold anger flicker across his face for a moment as he simply stares back at the blonde with narrowed eyes, the silence hanging heavily between them for far longer than it should. he hates this, hates how unpredictable kaveh is making him - he's a fan of his routines, of predictability. he's known for his reliable nature, his unflappable sense of self, and here kaveh is, digging his fingernails in and tearing it down. ]
Oh, is that so?
[ as he glowers at the other, it's anyone's guess what he'd do next now that their normal dynamics had been thrown out the window; now that they'd been given credence to simply act as if anything goes. in a fluid movement, the hand planted on top of the graphing papers kaveh had been working on swipes down towards the floor, sending them all scattering - probably not damaged (alhaitham still has standards) but definitely a big fucking mess.
straightening up, he then grabs at a stack of books sitting on the architect's desk and picks them up, striding over to a storage trunk near the door to the study - once decorative, now fit for purpose - and kicks it open his his bare heel, dumping them all inside. ]
Since you're now suddenly so resourceful, you can move out.
[ and he goes for a second stack of books, intent on this one task. he could, should be alone again - why did he ever think it was remotely a good idea for kaveh to live here in the first place? his life could've been peaceful, normal, but instead, here he is, fucking furious for lord know's why, all because every second sentence out of kaveh's mouth made him feel like some sort of jilted lover.
and if he bothered to look closer instead of trying to gather all of the blonde's worldly possessions? he'd probably realise he's just hurt. ]