[ in response to kaveh's shouting, alhaitham responds with a cold, emphatic; ]
No.
[ he's able to keep the blonde relatively contained until they manage to exit the tavern, though because of all the punching and squirming going on behind him alhaitham regretfully has to use his boot to kick open the door enough to let them out. for all kaveh was wiry and lithe, he was still surprisingly strong - a strength only fueled by the many, many glasses of liquid courage he'd imbibed while slouching at the bar.
it's a logical solution to remove kaveh from the tavern;
1. the cold, night air of sumeru city would do well for him to sober up some; 2. he wouldn't further ruin his career by carrying on down a road that would only end in a bar fight and/or reparations to the bartender; 3. alhaitham would know where he is, rather than having to worry he'd fallen into a gutter somewhere, or stumbled drunkenly off a ledge, or gotten into an altercation with one of tighnari's pot plants, etc. etc. etc.
but: he's also aware that kaveh is unhappy with the current situation, has been unhappy since they'd talked earlier. the scribe isn't quite sure what to do about that, because kaveh is fiery and emotional and unpredictable, all the things that leave him at a loss to respond to with anything other than the first sassy comment that sneaks into his mind because what else is he supposed to do? talk about ephemeral feelings? soul-search on top of five wines?
he's broken out of his Very Logical thought process as kaveh lands a particularly neat blow near the small of his back, causing alhaitham to hitch his breath in mild pain - and that's enough for him to stop and dump the blonde back on his feet, deeming them far enough away from the tavern that any further continuation of this scene wouldn't be the talk of the entire city the following day.
the warmth of kaveh's body from his shoulder was gone, and without his cape, the chill of the night air makes him miss it. yes; the chill is what makes him miss it. a reasonable conclusion. ]
You're acting like a child.
[ the scribe is frowning, arms crossed over his chest. they had ended up on one of the lower walkways on the way back to alhaitham's house, but were still a decent distance away. ]
Can't you just use your words and explain what's wrong? Or do you simply enjoy making me ask you over and over again?
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No.
[ he's able to keep the blonde relatively contained until they manage to exit the tavern, though because of all the punching and squirming going on behind him alhaitham regretfully has to use his boot to kick open the door enough to let them out. for all kaveh was wiry and lithe, he was still surprisingly strong - a strength only fueled by the many, many glasses of liquid courage he'd imbibed while slouching at the bar.
it's a logical solution to remove kaveh from the tavern;
1. the cold, night air of sumeru city would do well for him to sober up some;
2. he wouldn't further ruin his career by carrying on down a road that would only end in a bar fight and/or reparations to the bartender;
3. alhaitham would know where he is, rather than having to worry he'd fallen into a gutter somewhere, or stumbled drunkenly off a ledge, or gotten into an altercation with one of tighnari's pot plants, etc. etc. etc.
but: he's also aware that kaveh is unhappy with the current situation, has been unhappy since they'd talked earlier. the scribe isn't quite sure what to do about that, because kaveh is fiery and emotional and unpredictable, all the things that leave him at a loss to respond to with anything other than the first sassy comment that sneaks into his mind because what else is he supposed to do? talk about ephemeral feelings? soul-search on top of five wines?
he's broken out of his Very Logical thought process as kaveh lands a particularly neat blow near the small of his back, causing alhaitham to hitch his breath in mild pain - and that's enough for him to stop and dump the blonde back on his feet, deeming them far enough away from the tavern that any further continuation of this scene wouldn't be the talk of the entire city the following day.
the warmth of kaveh's body from his shoulder was gone, and without his cape, the chill of the night air makes him miss it. yes; the chill is what makes him miss it. a reasonable conclusion. ]
You're acting like a child.
[ the scribe is frowning, arms crossed over his chest. they had ended up on one of the lower walkways on the way back to alhaitham's house, but were still a decent distance away. ]
Can't you just use your words and explain what's wrong? Or do you simply enjoy making me ask you over and over again?