[ fine. he unceremoniously lets go of kaveh - if he so badly wanted to stumble around sumeru city further ruining whatever reputation he had left after the carry-on in the bar, so be it. to the architect's credit, he manages to solidify his position on his two feet once more instead of falling ass first into the manicured gardens behind him.
however, it seems as though alhaitham's patience is beginning to run out as kaveh continues his aggressive tirade, punctuated with those back and forth barbs they're so used to - so why is it pissing him off so much right now?
a scowl creeps on to the scribe's normally fairly neutral face as what he's perceived as only offers of help are ridiculed upon that lyrical voice. why did he bother to even come out and search for kaveh in the first place? alhaitham is struggling to find any sort of logical reason that this entire escapade had been even remotely worth it.
taking a half-step forward so they're almost toe-to-toe, the taller man looks oddly imposing as his temper is clearly piqued. unlike kaveh, he's absolutely unafraid to engage in eye contact and to that end, fixes him with a glower that could wither a plant at a hundred paces.
while he'd come out with at least halfway decent intentions to make sure the blonde wasn't destroying himself, he's now instead wondering how quickly he can get his house locks changed.
in a low, dangerous hiss; ]
I won't be waiting at your beck and call next time you need something.
[ normally interpersonal relationship issues wouldn't annoy him so much, but for some reason, alhaitham feels - genuinely angry. hurt? mm, he doesn't know, doesn't really care enough day to day to analyse these kinds of feelings to be able to pinpoint them with any accuracy. ]
If you want to act this stupidly, be my guest. Go drink yourself into a stupor and be a coward, if that's what you want so badly.
[ and he lets that last word hang heavily in the air for a moment before straightening back up, looking to leave - unless kaveh had anything else to throw at him. ]
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however, it seems as though alhaitham's patience is beginning to run out as kaveh continues his aggressive tirade, punctuated with those back and forth barbs they're so used to - so why is it pissing him off so much right now?
a scowl creeps on to the scribe's normally fairly neutral face as what he's perceived as only offers of help are ridiculed upon that lyrical voice. why did he bother to even come out and search for kaveh in the first place? alhaitham is struggling to find any sort of logical reason that this entire escapade had been even remotely worth it.
taking a half-step forward so they're almost toe-to-toe, the taller man looks oddly imposing as his temper is clearly piqued. unlike kaveh, he's absolutely unafraid to engage in eye contact and to that end, fixes him with a glower that could wither a plant at a hundred paces.
while he'd come out with at least halfway decent intentions to make sure the blonde wasn't destroying himself, he's now instead wondering how quickly he can get his house locks changed.
in a low, dangerous hiss; ]
I won't be waiting at your beck and call next time you need something.
[ normally interpersonal relationship issues wouldn't annoy him so much, but for some reason, alhaitham feels - genuinely angry. hurt? mm, he doesn't know, doesn't really care enough day to day to analyse these kinds of feelings to be able to pinpoint them with any accuracy. ]
If you want to act this stupidly, be my guest. Go drink yourself into a stupor and be a coward, if that's what you want so badly.
[ and he lets that last word hang heavily in the air for a moment before straightening back up, looking to leave - unless kaveh had anything else to throw at him. ]