[ alhaitham starts, his mood souring a little at kaveh's unwaveringly obstinate behaviour - but then he's abruptly cut off by the other swaying sharply backwards, his protest obviously a little more impassioned than his body had stability for.
later on, he might reason away the way that he takes a hurried stride forward to close the distance between them and catch kaveh so that he doesn't further inconvenience his own evening by having to take the other to a healer; so that he doesn't need to be culpable as the reason for yet another one of kaveh's problems (that problem being a concussion, as he hits the ground).
but it's unfortunately far more instinctual than that, the way that he easily catches his obnoxiously loud, belligerent roommate from eating a mouthful of concrete in the lower streets of sumeru city. even though it feels a little like trying to calm down an angry cat, there's a little relief somewhere deep, deep down that kaveh's caught in his arms and not by the ornate tilework.
so - now what does he do?? ]
Calm down.
[ the scribe chastises, though he's aware that particular phrase will do the exact opposite. what a scene they made; the acting grand sage standing here with his arms hooked under the armpits of the light of kshahrewar, having what looked like, for all intents and purposes, a lover's spat.
alhaitham can't decide what to do with kaveh, because he's in half a mind to simply throw him over his shoulder again and half leaving him in one of tighnari's softer hedges to sleep it off - so he just lets him hang there.
they look fucking ridiculous.
under his breath; ]
- and, fine then. Far be it for me to stick my neck out for someone so set on wallowing in - whatever this is you're whinging about. I won't go to the matra, but only if you start being reasonable.
[ frustration is creeping in at the edges of his voice, if only for the fact that kaveh is the only one he ever makes an effort to give a shit about, and even that was being made entirely too difficult. he didn't know when the architect had become a non-negotiable fixture in his existence, but it was an extremely annoying (and confounding) discovery. ]
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[ alhaitham starts, his mood souring a little at kaveh's unwaveringly obstinate behaviour - but then he's abruptly cut off by the other swaying sharply backwards, his protest obviously a little more impassioned than his body had stability for.
later on, he might reason away the way that he takes a hurried stride forward to close the distance between them and catch kaveh so that he doesn't further inconvenience his own evening by having to take the other to a healer; so that he doesn't need to be culpable as the reason for yet another one of kaveh's problems (that problem being a concussion, as he hits the ground).
but it's unfortunately far more instinctual than that, the way that he easily catches his obnoxiously loud, belligerent roommate from eating a mouthful of concrete in the lower streets of sumeru city. even though it feels a little like trying to calm down an angry cat, there's a little relief somewhere deep, deep down that kaveh's caught in his arms and not by the ornate tilework.
so - now what does he do?? ]
Calm down.
[ the scribe chastises, though he's aware that particular phrase will do the exact opposite. what a scene they made; the acting grand sage standing here with his arms hooked under the armpits of the light of kshahrewar, having what looked like, for all intents and purposes, a lover's spat.
alhaitham can't decide what to do with kaveh, because he's in half a mind to simply throw him over his shoulder again and half leaving him in one of tighnari's softer hedges to sleep it off - so he just lets him hang there.
they look fucking ridiculous.
under his breath; ]
- and, fine then. Far be it for me to stick my neck out for someone so set on wallowing in - whatever this is you're whinging about. I won't go to the matra, but only if you start being reasonable.
[ frustration is creeping in at the edges of his voice, if only for the fact that kaveh is the only one he ever makes an effort to give a shit about, and even that was being made entirely too difficult. he didn't know when the architect had become a non-negotiable fixture in his existence, but it was an extremely annoying (and confounding) discovery. ]