[ for a second. but technically, he's correct, and to alhaitham that was the best way to be correct.
to his side, he can hear blankets rustling and the scribe takes that as his cue to be able to look around without further offending the other. yes, perhaps he'd intruded on a personal moment by kaveh's definition, but why should he be so mad? it's hardly as if it painted him in a bad light; actually, quite the opposite. the architect was devastatingly attractive, and the scribe would be a liar if he said his mind wasn't threatening to wander to more... illicit places after witnessing that.
unfortunately, to alhaitham's disappointment, the blonde was burrowing himself back into the sheets and spouting off excuses as usual; he was 'ill', he'd never leave the house, everything was the absolute worst it could possibly be. that tone was all too familiar, and with a quiet huff, the scribe frowns. this response was unacceptable, unfortunately, and to refuse to meet today was only going to make his own life more difficult. ]
They need to see you today. Why do you think I've gone to such an effort to track you down?
[ and interrupt your session of self-pleasure? really.
thinking rationally through the situation, a slender hand raises to his chin as he considers just how to get kaveh out of bed and into the house of daena as efficiently as possible. yes, he didn't want to be further bothered by people who thought he was the only person able to talk the architect into anything, for some reason, but kaveh would be an idiot not to grab this opportunity with both hands regardless of the circumstances of alhaitham having delivered the message.
the tone of his voice, his expression - it denoted embarrassment, shame, neither of which alhaitham remotely feels in the situation. maybe he'd feel less emotional if his perception of the playing field was evened out? it seemed like a reasonable conclusion.
in a thoughtful tone, the scribe offers; ]
Do you need assistance? I recall you mentioning last week that sometimes what you need to calm down is more physical than practical in nature. [ alhaitham says simply, like it was the most normal thing in the world. hadn't they already established that he was agreeable to kaveh's suggestion of a mutually beneficial, detached arrangement? ] Or perhaps you'd feel less ashamed if you saw me in the same position?
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[ for a second. but technically, he's correct, and to alhaitham that was the best way to be correct.
to his side, he can hear blankets rustling and the scribe takes that as his cue to be able to look around without further offending the other. yes, perhaps he'd intruded on a personal moment by kaveh's definition, but why should he be so mad? it's hardly as if it painted him in a bad light; actually, quite the opposite. the architect was devastatingly attractive, and the scribe would be a liar if he said his mind wasn't threatening to wander to more... illicit places after witnessing that.
unfortunately, to alhaitham's disappointment, the blonde was burrowing himself back into the sheets and spouting off excuses as usual; he was 'ill', he'd never leave the house, everything was the absolute worst it could possibly be. that tone was all too familiar, and with a quiet huff, the scribe frowns. this response was unacceptable, unfortunately, and to refuse to meet today was only going to make his own life more difficult. ]
They need to see you today. Why do you think I've gone to such an effort to track you down?
[ and interrupt your session of self-pleasure? really.
thinking rationally through the situation, a slender hand raises to his chin as he considers just how to get kaveh out of bed and into the house of daena as efficiently as possible. yes, he didn't want to be further bothered by people who thought he was the only person able to talk the architect into anything, for some reason, but kaveh would be an idiot not to grab this opportunity with both hands regardless of the circumstances of alhaitham having delivered the message.
the tone of his voice, his expression - it denoted embarrassment, shame, neither of which alhaitham remotely feels in the situation. maybe he'd feel less emotional if his perception of the playing field was evened out? it seemed like a reasonable conclusion.
in a thoughtful tone, the scribe offers; ]
Do you need assistance? I recall you mentioning last week that sometimes what you need to calm down is more physical than practical in nature. [ alhaitham says simply, like it was the most normal thing in the world. hadn't they already established that he was agreeable to kaveh's suggestion of a mutually beneficial, detached arrangement? ] Or perhaps you'd feel less ashamed if you saw me in the same position?