[ His nose wrinkles in distaste at the comment "honeymoon phase", although perhaps that's for the best, because it interrupts the way his eyes fix onto the thumb that slips between Alhaitham's lips to be cleaned of wine. Clearing his throat, he takes the bottle back; unlike the scribe, he has no hesitation before he tips it back to his lips.
At this rate, they're going to need more bottles. ]
If you ever catch me acting like that, throw a book at my head. No one deserves to sit through that.
[ No use, Alhaitham thinks, but Kaveh will pout anyway. ]
no subject
At this rate, they're going to need more bottles. ]
If you ever catch me acting like that, throw a book at my head. No one deserves to sit through that.
[ No use, Alhaitham thinks, but Kaveh will pout anyway. ]