[ Admittedly, he wasn't being attentive enough a few moments ago; when Alhaitham speaks though, his head lifts and his brows raise, fixing the other with a bemused lookโ and it registers, vaguely, that he's not really readingโ
(Which of course begs the question: what is he doing?)
He chuckles, something throatier than normal thanks to the alcohol, and reaches with the bottle, making sure to offer it to Alhaitham once again lest he drink it all himself. ]
Stop thinking about how I sound when I'm making out with someone, pervert.
[ Not that he actually thinks the other is doing anything of the sort. That would be niceconvenient unlike him.
And then, because Kaveh's still tipsy from before and the extra alcohol isn't helping matters any, he continues, tone conversational: ] What about you? I can't imagine you're the noisy type either.
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(Which of course begs the question: what is he doing?)
He chuckles, something throatier than normal thanks to the alcohol, and reaches with the bottle, making sure to offer it to Alhaitham once again lest he drink it all himself. ]
Stop thinking about how I sound when I'm making out with someone, pervert.
[ Not that he actually thinks the other is doing anything of the sort. That would be
niceconvenientunlike him.And then, because Kaveh's still tipsy from before and the extra alcohol isn't helping matters any, he continues, tone conversational: ] What about you? I can't imagine you're the noisy type either.