[ It would figure that Kaveh would push, would still want to hear whatever it is Alhaitham wants to say. It's Alhaitham's fault, really, for adding that last part before. He wasn't thinking straight, should've kept his message concise and now like a dog with a bone, Kaveh won't let it go. Figures.
He notices the typos when the message comes in and sighs before slumping back in his chair. Kaveh must be drinking again, he assumes. What other reason is there for his messy words? What's the point of this if Kaveh is just going to forget about it in the morning? Just another stupid fight, one that won't change a thing. ]
I'd rather not say. You're not going to listen to me and only going to view it as an attack no matter how I word it. You're drunk, Kaveh, just go to bed. None of this matters.
[ His heart... hurts. His heart hurts, and that's a new thing. ]
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He notices the typos when the message comes in and sighs before slumping back in his chair. Kaveh must be drinking again, he assumes. What other reason is there for his messy words? What's the point of this if Kaveh is just going to forget about it in the morning? Just another stupid fight, one that won't change a thing. ]
I'd rather not say. You're not going to listen to me and only going to view it as an attack no matter how I word it. You're drunk, Kaveh, just go to bed. None of this matters.
[ His heart... hurts. His heart hurts, and that's a new thing. ]