[ alhaitham prompts flatly, obviously aware that there's a lot of information missing inbetween the lines of the tale that's being spun to him. he'd maybe half-believe that kaveh accidentally ran into them - the man seemed to have a magnetic attraction towards creatures in need, even if the scribe loathes the idea of what that means about himself - and the reason the three foxes are now inside the house and not back in the desert where they belonged was casually omitted.
(as if sniffing out alhaitham's skeptical train of thought, the gregarious one of the trio still in kaveh's arms fixes the scribe with a look and barks again, almost accusatorially.)
that said, the blonde wasn't exactly a liar considering how terrible he'd be at it, and at least the part about the battle seemed to be true. the scribe was nothing if not attentive to detail and as watchful eyes scan over kaveh's body, the slight scuffs on his clothing, the skinned knuckles, the coil of a bruise only just visible underneath the cuff of one of his leggings all painted a picture of something alhaitham wasn't thrilled about. ]
You got hurt being a hero again, didn't you?
[ frowning, the taller man reaches forward and ignores the boisterous charge the architect was cradling to curl his fingers into the white fabric of the front of kaveh's shirt, gently pulling it aside to expose the left side of his partner's chest. soft skin is mottled with scratches and bruises, otherwise expertly hidden, and alhaitham might've stared unhappily, frustratedly at the marks for longer if the fox next to his hand didn't reach out and nip his palm. ]
Hey -
[ and the hand that was bitten instead scoops the desert fox out of kaveh's care, gripping it underneath its front legs and holding it up in front of him like one would with a stranger's baby. if they'd never held a baby before. and the baby had just committed a crime. ]
Didn't you cause enough of a fuss last time?
[ to the fox, not to kaveh... but, maybe also to kaveh. ]
no subject
[ alhaitham prompts flatly, obviously aware that there's a lot of information missing inbetween the lines of the tale that's being spun to him. he'd maybe half-believe that kaveh accidentally ran into them - the man seemed to have a magnetic attraction towards creatures in need, even if the scribe loathes the idea of what that means about himself - and the reason the three foxes are now inside the house and not back in the desert where they belonged was casually omitted.
(as if sniffing out alhaitham's skeptical train of thought, the gregarious one of the trio still in kaveh's arms fixes the scribe with a look and barks again, almost accusatorially.)
that said, the blonde wasn't exactly a liar considering how terrible he'd be at it, and at least the part about the battle seemed to be true. the scribe was nothing if not attentive to detail and as watchful eyes scan over kaveh's body, the slight scuffs on his clothing, the skinned knuckles, the coil of a bruise only just visible underneath the cuff of one of his leggings all painted a picture of something alhaitham wasn't thrilled about. ]
You got hurt being a hero again, didn't you?
[ frowning, the taller man reaches forward and ignores the boisterous charge the architect was cradling to curl his fingers into the white fabric of the front of kaveh's shirt, gently pulling it aside to expose the left side of his partner's chest. soft skin is mottled with scratches and bruises, otherwise expertly hidden, and alhaitham might've stared unhappily, frustratedly at the marks for longer if the fox next to his hand didn't reach out and nip his palm. ]
Hey -
[ and the hand that was bitten instead scoops the desert fox out of kaveh's care, gripping it underneath its front legs and holding it up in front of him like one would with a stranger's baby. if they'd never held a baby before. and the baby had just committed a crime. ]
Didn't you cause enough of a fuss last time?
[ to the fox, not to kaveh... but, maybe also to kaveh. ]