[ as the situation deteriorates, so too (alhaitham assumes) does the bartender's patience.
the scribe simply raises an eyebrow, a bemused look on his face as kaveh enthusiastically soaks himself with one of the glasses of water - but the architect was quick despite his drunken state, and alhaitham doesn't even have the time to react before he yanks the cape from his shoulder to wipe up the spill sprawling across the counter.
it takes a lot to irk him enough to show, but there's a flicker of annoyance that crosses alhaitham's face as kaveh yells back at him, sloshing the spilt water around the counter in such an ineffective way that it does little but force it over the edge and on to their legs. ]
Really?
[ so, with an irritated sigh, he stands up abruptly from the seat he'd just taken. for a moment, it seems as if he was about to simply leave and relinquish kaveh into the hands of the bartender for the rest of the night - but without warning, muscular arms reach around kaveh's waist and with little leverage, the scribe throws him unceremoniously over his shoulder. the blonde was light and lean, therefore very easy to carry - but he's prepared for whatever loud resistance he's sure kaveh has in store as he searches in his pocket for some mora to cover the tab, dropping it on the bar for the bartender before attempting to remove his roommate from the establishment.
it might seem flippant, but alhaitham's mind is genuinely reasoning this as a protective measure - kaveh being here much longer was going to do much more damage to his reputation, acting out like this. it was logical to simply remove him from the equation entirely and preserve what dignity he had left.
as for his sodden cape, he makes a mental note that he can come back for it tomorrow when the dust had settled. whether or not kaveh would be responsible for the cleaning bill? mm. ]
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the scribe simply raises an eyebrow, a bemused look on his face as kaveh enthusiastically soaks himself with one of the glasses of water - but the architect was quick despite his drunken state, and alhaitham doesn't even have the time to react before he yanks the cape from his shoulder to wipe up the spill sprawling across the counter.
it takes a lot to irk him enough to show, but there's a flicker of annoyance that crosses alhaitham's face as kaveh yells back at him, sloshing the spilt water around the counter in such an ineffective way that it does little but force it over the edge and on to their legs. ]
Really?
[ so, with an irritated sigh, he stands up abruptly from the seat he'd just taken. for a moment, it seems as if he was about to simply leave and relinquish kaveh into the hands of the bartender for the rest of the night - but without warning, muscular arms reach around kaveh's waist and with little leverage, the scribe throws him unceremoniously over his shoulder. the blonde was light and lean, therefore very easy to carry - but he's prepared for whatever loud resistance he's sure kaveh has in store as he searches in his pocket for some mora to cover the tab, dropping it on the bar for the bartender before attempting to remove his roommate from the establishment.
it might seem flippant, but alhaitham's mind is genuinely reasoning this as a protective measure - kaveh being here much longer was going to do much more damage to his reputation, acting out like this. it was logical to simply remove him from the equation entirely and preserve what dignity he had left.
as for his sodden cape, he makes a mental note that he can come back for it tomorrow when the dust had settled. whether or not kaveh would be responsible for the cleaning bill? mm. ]