[ teal eyes observe kaveh as the penny slowly drops, after which the scribe huffs in bemusement. he'll take this interlude to finish the last of his coffee as last night begins to come back to the blonde, the casual insult running off his back like water on oiled feathers. ]
And, there it is. [ alhaitham states as kaveh does a doubletake and cuts himself off, tone dry as usual. ] Are you sure you didn't give yourself a concussion while fooling around with our temporary house-guest yesterday?
[ then the blonde mentions a discussion, and with a stilted sigh alhaitham snaps his book shut, placing it on the table next to his empty mug. there was no way he'd be able to parse both the complex concepts on the page and the complex concepts that formed the entirety of kaveh as a person, so he'd have to pause for now and pick it back up later when things were less... in the air.
elbows on the bar, he leans forward slightly into a more comfortable position as if settling in for a gauntlet. ]
Who's stringing along who? [ his deep voice flippant, though his expression remains neutral. it's getting harder to be coarse to kaveh when he has that smile on his face, and his hair is sitting endearingly messily on top of his head like that. ] I can't believe you sat on that confession of yours for so long you were willing to have me tear down the house rather than be honest - so, let's consider it some satisfyingly small revenge and call it even.
[ annoyingly, even kaveh's irritation was endearing - and despite the fact they were both one foot into new, unpredictable territory, the old patterns of their back-and-forth provided, absurdly, some structure and comfort. ]
Anyway, as you were saying. Discussion.
[ it's an obvious attempt to goad kaveh into starting, mostly because it was still morning and alhaitham didn't want to fully engage in the exhaustion of holding up an entire conversation - but also because once kaveh got going, he could talk forever if he wanted to. ]
It was your confession, so it's only fair you start us off.
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And, there it is. [ alhaitham states as kaveh does a doubletake and cuts himself off, tone dry as usual. ] Are you sure you didn't give yourself a concussion while fooling around with our temporary house-guest yesterday?
[ then the blonde mentions a discussion, and with a stilted sigh alhaitham snaps his book shut, placing it on the table next to his empty mug. there was no way he'd be able to parse both the complex concepts on the page and the complex concepts that formed the entirety of kaveh as a person, so he'd have to pause for now and pick it back up later when things were less... in the air.
elbows on the bar, he leans forward slightly into a more comfortable position as if settling in for a gauntlet. ]
Who's stringing along who? [ his deep voice flippant, though his expression remains neutral. it's getting harder to be coarse to kaveh when he has that smile on his face, and his hair is sitting endearingly messily on top of his head like that. ] I can't believe you sat on that confession of yours for so long you were willing to have me tear down the house rather than be honest - so, let's consider it some satisfyingly small revenge and call it even.
[ annoyingly, even kaveh's irritation was endearing - and despite the fact they were both one foot into new, unpredictable territory, the old patterns of their back-and-forth provided, absurdly, some structure and comfort. ]
Anyway, as you were saying. Discussion.
[ it's an obvious attempt to goad kaveh into starting, mostly because it was still morning and alhaitham didn't want to fully engage in the exhaustion of holding up an entire conversation - but also because once kaveh got going, he could talk forever if he wanted to. ]
It was your confession, so it's only fair you start us off.