[ he replies dryly, though the secondary interpretation of the question isn't lost on him. that's just kaveh, though - outgoing, charming, overly flirtatious. alhaitham's been used to this manner of speech for some time, and had decided it was probably best if he didn't try to read too far into it back while they were still students at the akademiya. when someone's so charismatic, when they can weave words so eloquently they can hide behind them - what's really truth, and what's not?
in the best interests in maintaining this tenuous peace, the scribe bestows kaveh with a rare favour and does what he's told for once. after watching the blonde disappear down the hallway into his rooms - still in a state from last night with his top untucked and hair scattered down his back, the cut out section of his shirt giving way to the pale skin of his back - alhaitham realises he's been staring, of all things. for observation's sake, of course, because at the state of kaveh's collarbone, who knew what else lay underneath what he couldn't see?
but even then - why would he care?
feeling as if a headache was coming on at the very question, alhaitham lets out a single heavy exhale as the chaos, confusion and fatigue catches up with him and pads over to the sofa in the main living area, sitting unceremoniously down on it.
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[ he replies dryly, though the secondary interpretation of the question isn't lost on him. that's just kaveh, though - outgoing, charming, overly flirtatious. alhaitham's been used to this manner of speech for some time, and had decided it was probably best if he didn't try to read too far into it back while they were still students at the akademiya. when someone's so charismatic, when they can weave words so eloquently they can hide behind them - what's really truth, and what's not?
in the best interests in maintaining this tenuous peace, the scribe bestows kaveh with a rare favour and does what he's told for once. after watching the blonde disappear down the hallway into his rooms - still in a state from last night with his top untucked and hair scattered down his back, the cut out section of his shirt giving way to the pale skin of his back - alhaitham realises he's been staring, of all things. for observation's sake, of course, because at the state of kaveh's collarbone, who knew what else lay underneath what he couldn't see?
but even then - why would he care?
feeling as if a headache was coming on at the very question, alhaitham lets out a single heavy exhale as the chaos, confusion and fatigue catches up with him and pads over to the sofa in the main living area, sitting unceremoniously down on it.
coffee would probably fix this. ]