[ Kaveh doesn't realize that anxiety has done so much as to lead him to stop chewing, a morsel of cheese remaining bitten between closed lips as Alhaitham talks, and yet still longer as his eyes widen in shock. Is the other man saying what he thinks he's saying?
Of course he is. Logic dictates as much. Alhaitham never says anything he doesn't mean. If the words are on his lips, they're genuine. Not to mention the nice clothing, the present... Archons preserve him, he's being wooedβ
The thought barely makes it through his mind before the younger man declares himself once more, this time in much more succinct language, and this time the cheese doesn't hold, drawn back into his airway in a sharp inhale, leaving him choking on it for a few seconds
(is there an award, he thinks, for the least sexy response to the least sexy proposition?)
He grabs for his glass, downing half of it in an effort to soothe the sudden burn in his throat. And if he stops halfway because of presence of mind, wanting to remain sober, well... ]
Archons. [ He looks up at Alhaitham, the bemusement written over his face. And perhaps it's just an effort to protect himself against the embarrassment of the moment, but he quips, voice little more than a snarky mutter: ] What happened to letting Teyvat burn, huh?
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Of course he is. Logic dictates as much. Alhaitham never says anything he doesn't mean. If the words are on his lips, they're genuine. Not to mention the nice clothing, the present... Archons preserve him, he's being wooedβ
The thought barely makes it through his mind before the younger man declares himself once more, this time in much more succinct language, and this time the cheese doesn't hold, drawn back into his airway in a sharp inhale, leaving him choking on it for a few seconds
(is there an award, he thinks, for the least sexy response to the least sexy proposition?)
He grabs for his glass, downing half of it in an effort to soothe the sudden burn in his throat. And if he stops halfway because of presence of mind, wanting to remain sober, well... ]
Archons. [ He looks up at Alhaitham, the bemusement written over his face. And perhaps it's just an effort to protect himself against the embarrassment of the moment, but he quips, voice little more than a snarky mutter: ] What happened to letting Teyvat burn, huh?