[ He wanted to piss him off, and he succeeded... so why does the piercing look in Alhaitham's eyes make his stomach tie itself up into even more knots than before? The scribe's expression is neutral, and yet there's still something about the stare that bothers him, and this time it's Kaveh's turn to look away, wishing that the stupid heat in his cheeks would recede already and let him be normal about this for even a second—
Alas, though, it is not to be; Alhaitham is suddenly asking questions, and a lot of them, and his eyes widen as they turn immediately back to the other's face. ]
W-What? Why—
[ The words die in his mouth the instant they form, the wide-eyed expression quickly turning into a slight frown. For as much as the scribe speaks with his usual blunt honesty, there's something buried between the words for someone with Kaveh's emotional depth of understanding, something that gives him cause to a strange, fluttery anticipation in his chest— Or is it that hope giving rise to him hearing things that aren't there? Either is equally possible... and yet he feels like there's something to dig into here, an answer he needs to seek.
His crimson eyes are serious now, searching, as he looks over Alhaitham's face once more; the red of his embarrassment is gone from his cheeks, expression replaced with the analytical curiosity of a scholar.
(It is, at least in part, a mask.) ]
Those are strange questions to ask, Alhaitham... Didn't you just say I'm adult, and so it's not your business? [ His tone is measured, but the closest thing that exists to giving him away right now, the emotion creeping into the corners of his voice despite his best efforts. ] I'll answer you, but first you have to answer a question for me: Why did it piss you off?
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Alas, though, it is not to be; Alhaitham is suddenly asking questions, and a lot of them, and his eyes widen as they turn immediately back to the other's face. ]
W-What? Why—
[ The words die in his mouth the instant they form, the wide-eyed expression quickly turning into a slight frown. For as much as the scribe speaks with his usual blunt honesty, there's something buried between the words for someone with Kaveh's emotional depth of understanding, something that gives him cause to a strange, fluttery anticipation in his chest— Or is it that hope giving rise to him hearing things that aren't there? Either is equally possible... and yet he feels like there's something to dig into here, an answer he needs to seek.
His crimson eyes are serious now, searching, as he looks over Alhaitham's face once more; the red of his embarrassment is gone from his cheeks, expression replaced with the analytical curiosity of a scholar.
(It is, at least in part, a mask.) ]
Those are strange questions to ask, Alhaitham... Didn't you just say I'm adult, and so it's not your business? [ His tone is measured, but the closest thing that exists to giving him away right now, the emotion creeping into the corners of his voice despite his best efforts. ] I'll answer you, but first you have to answer a question for me: Why did it piss you off?