[ He's pleased that the scribe doesn't reject his offer to make them both something to eat, and it shows in the smile on his lips as he takes a pan from the cupboard and starts heating it over the stovetop. Quite frankly, he doesn't really know how the other gets by on just coffee in the mornings. For his part at least, Kaveh is reasonably sure his brain doesn't start working properly until he's got something solid in his stomach— something that has been a problem for him before during the worst of the hangovers, when he's been too sick to eat but too busy not to.
Thankfully this morning he doesn't seem to be too bad, although he's not sure whether that's because of the water the scribe plied him with, the coffee the scribe plied him with, or just because of the scribe himself.
And as for the man at hand: he does indeed know that Alhaitham's weekends are free more often than not, but it's just proper, isn't it, not to assume that the scribe will drop everything for his benefit, to ask and give him an out if he wants it, because Kaveh knows that he can come on strong, especially now that he's not running from the matter at hand. ]
Mm, I know.
[ Perhaps it will be disappointing to the other man, though, that his words aren't met with a squirming response— for just as he knows Alhaitham's weekend schedule, he knows too that the scribe was able to read the intention of his words, that he knows exactly why Kaveh is asking him if he's free, that he is asking to get a response above all. And so instead, Kaveh rolls his eyes (again) as he pulls out two pieces of bread and lays them out on the quickly-heating pan— and maybe, just maybe, he makes sure to swing his scantily-clad hips a little as he does, because if Alhaitham's going to tease him, he's sure as hell going to tease Alhaitham. ]
I thought it might be nice to just spend the day relaxing like this.
[ Damnit. If he's going to have to be blunt about it, he is going to squirm. ]
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Thankfully this morning he doesn't seem to be too bad, although he's not sure whether that's because of the water the scribe plied him with, the coffee the scribe plied him with, or just because of the scribe himself.
And as for the man at hand: he does indeed know that Alhaitham's weekends are free more often than not, but it's just proper, isn't it, not to assume that the scribe will drop everything for his benefit, to ask and give him an out if he wants it, because Kaveh knows that he can come on strong, especially now that he's not running from the matter at hand. ]
Mm, I know.
[ Perhaps it will be disappointing to the other man, though, that his words aren't met with a squirming response— for just as he knows Alhaitham's weekend schedule, he knows too that the scribe was able to read the intention of his words, that he knows exactly why Kaveh is asking him if he's free, that he is asking to get a response above all. And so instead, Kaveh rolls his eyes (again) as he pulls out two pieces of bread and lays them out on the quickly-heating pan— and maybe, just maybe, he makes sure to swing his scantily-clad hips a little as he does, because if Alhaitham's going to tease him, he's sure as hell going to tease Alhaitham. ]
I thought it might be nice to just spend the day relaxing like this.
[ Damnit. If he's going to have to be blunt about it, he is going to squirm. ]