[ practicality is definitely the enemy of sloth. as the blonde untangles himself from around him, alhaitham mildly regrets being a voice of reason as the warmth dissipates. the parting is softened somewhat by the gentle, affectionate kisses that kaveh peppers on him, and even though his face is even as ever - he realises he's in danger of his heart of stone being fractured by the sheer aura of affection radiating off of the architect like the morning sun beating down outside.
otherwise, yes, kaveh is absolutely correct - he hasn't eaten, because alhaitham's not a morning person. most days he rarely consumes anything but one or two cups of coffee after he drags himself out of bed, and normally he'd refuse an offer of food; but today seemed to be set on a trend of breaking conventions, so the scribe doesn't object as kaveh starts pottering around on the other side of the counter.
eyes flicking down to his empty coffee cup - hm, perhaps he should brew some more to balance out his elevated heart rate - they then fixate back on the blonde as he asks about the agenda for the day. obviously, there's a suggestion there because no-one knows his schedule as well as kaveh does; alhaitham treasures his weekends. he worked to the contractual letter of how much he needed to so he could have his evenings and weekends free, and while some interpreted this as malicious compliance (because what could such a cold man possibly want to do with all that free time?), the scribe's general rule was that this time was to simply enjoy the experience of life.
just, the enjoyment he got came from different places others would usually find it, he supposes. ]
You know I don't.
[ alhaitham replies knowingly, limber form leaning forward so he could rest his elbows on the counter and watch. because he's learned he likes to watch kaveh squirm; ]
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otherwise, yes, kaveh is absolutely correct - he hasn't eaten, because alhaitham's not a morning person. most days he rarely consumes anything but one or two cups of coffee after he drags himself out of bed, and normally he'd refuse an offer of food; but today seemed to be set on a trend of breaking conventions, so the scribe doesn't object as kaveh starts pottering around on the other side of the counter.
eyes flicking down to his empty coffee cup - hm, perhaps he should brew some more to balance out his elevated heart rate - they then fixate back on the blonde as he asks about the agenda for the day. obviously, there's a suggestion there because no-one knows his schedule as well as kaveh does; alhaitham treasures his weekends. he worked to the contractual letter of how much he needed to so he could have his evenings and weekends free, and while some interpreted this as malicious compliance (because what could such a cold man possibly want to do with all that free time?), the scribe's general rule was that this time was to simply enjoy the experience of life.
just, the enjoyment he got came from different places others would usually find it, he supposes. ]
You know I don't.
[ alhaitham replies knowingly, limber form leaning forward so he could rest his elbows on the counter and watch. because he's learned he likes to watch kaveh squirm; ]
Were you going to suggest something?