[ If Kaveh had any inkling whatsoever that Alhaitham's solution to the issue would be simply to hoist him over a shoulder and head for the nearest door, he might have been a little more discerning in the actions leading up to this very moment. (Might, because the reality of the situation is that he hasn't been in proper control of his actions for the better part of several cups now.) Either way, he's certainly not expecting to be thrown over his roommate's shoulder, and so it's with a startled yelp that he finds himself there, and then the world is greeted with about three blessed seconds of silence while he adjusts to the shock and indignity of it all.
Then, Kaveh promptly begins shouting. ]
What the fuck, Alhaitham!! Put me down!
[ In his far too drunken state, his attempts to flail and thrash his way off the scribe's shoulder are inept at best; it's clear even to him that he's not getting out of this one even as he tries his best to make things difficult for the other. After all, hasn't Alhaitham made things difficult for him? There was no need for him to come here and impose himself in the situation, and yet here he is with his stupid arrogance and his stupid mora and his stupid muscles to do exactly that.
...Ugh. Kaveh wishes he never had that stupid dream. All it's done is make things worse... and it's not as if things were in a good state between the two of them anyway, since that fight. (And isn't it funny how he can't even remember what it was about, anymore? Only the fact that they fought. That they continue to fight. That he can't stand him, or so he tells himself.)
And now the blood is rushing to his head.
Kaveh groans, a long and frustrated sound, and hits Alhaitham's back with his fists. ]
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Then, Kaveh promptly begins shouting. ]
What the fuck, Alhaitham!! Put me down!
[ In his far too drunken state, his attempts to flail and thrash his way off the scribe's shoulder are inept at best; it's clear even to him that he's not getting out of this one even as he tries his best to make things difficult for the other. After all, hasn't Alhaitham made things difficult for him? There was no need for him to come here and impose himself in the situation, and yet here he is with his stupid arrogance and his stupid mora and his stupid muscles to do exactly that.
...Ugh. Kaveh wishes he never had that stupid dream. All it's done is make things worse... and it's not as if things were in a good state between the two of them anyway, since that fight. (And isn't it funny how he can't even remember what it was about, anymore? Only the fact that they fought. That they continue to fight. That he can't stand him, or so he tells himself.)
And now the blood is rushing to his head.
Kaveh groans, a long and frustrated sound, and hits Alhaitham's back with his fists. ]
Let go, I said!