Stupid is subjective, [ he corrects, his arguments still as annoyingly precise despite the scene in the kitchen. ] - but necessary is objective. You really did drink a lot last night, huh?
[ it's a rhetorical question, because kaveh's right - even despite last night's revelation, it was still obvious that they'd continually rub each other the wrong way, say the wrong thing and constantly get on one another's nerves. but, there was more context to it now, more incentive for peace and understanding rather than senseless combativeness.
flying in the face of that, alhaitham does the exact opposite of what kaveh instructs as the other turns back around to the stove, long arms sliding underneath the architect's from behind and circling his waist for his hands to meet clasped at kaveh's stomach. there's only a couple of inches between them, but the scribe uses this angle to simply hold the other against his chest, the blonde as warm and as inviting as ever.
he'd had to look and not touch for so long, he wasn't about to let carbohydrates get in the way of being selfish - and to that end, one of his thumbs strokes lazily over the muscular lines of kaveh's stomach. ]
I don't feel like agreeing to that. [ alhaitham murmurs evenly, his mouth brushing hotly against the other's temple and the blonde hair falling out of the bun there. ] I'd rather buy the whole market out than be banned from touching you for the sake of two pieces of bread. How ridiculous.
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[ it's a rhetorical question, because kaveh's right - even despite last night's revelation, it was still obvious that they'd continually rub each other the wrong way, say the wrong thing and constantly get on one another's nerves. but, there was more context to it now, more incentive for peace and understanding rather than senseless combativeness.
flying in the face of that, alhaitham does the exact opposite of what kaveh instructs as the other turns back around to the stove, long arms sliding underneath the architect's from behind and circling his waist for his hands to meet clasped at kaveh's stomach. there's only a couple of inches between them, but the scribe uses this angle to simply hold the other against his chest, the blonde as warm and as inviting as ever.
he'd had to look and not touch for so long, he wasn't about to let carbohydrates get in the way of being selfish - and to that end, one of his thumbs strokes lazily over the muscular lines of kaveh's stomach. ]
I don't feel like agreeing to that. [ alhaitham murmurs evenly, his mouth brushing hotly against the other's temple and the blonde hair falling out of the bun there. ] I'd rather buy the whole market out than be banned from touching you for the sake of two pieces of bread. How ridiculous.