Away With Words

Drama Queen

(So this chapter is a bit of a filler I apologize. Also I find it funny that this color is called drama queen seeing as how Kaveh acts in the beginning of this chapter. Anyways, please enjoy<3)

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Not up to his regard, please... Kaveh gripped at his pillow tightly before swinging his arm forward and allowing it to hit the wall that was between his room and Alhaitham's. He threw himself down onto his bed, drowning himself under his comforter. After everything how could Haitham not believe it was up to his regard. He was the one that brought Kaveh in, provided him a roof over his head, a nice bed to sleep in, many meals to keep him from starving. He supplied many things for his job, got word out for the boy, got him job offers from many. Without Alhaitham, Kaveh wouldn't be were he was today, he owed everything to that stupid silver.

Stupid stupid Hedylogos... for someone who looks like that one winged god, he sure doesn't talk like him. Kaveh huffed and rolled over onto his side, taking hold of the string to his little red lamp and gave a small tug. A warm light covered his face and hands, only enough of a glow emitted from the small lamp to cover the side of his bed. The rest of his room was left in total darkness. He reached into the drawer of his little bed side table and pulled out some paper and a pencil. He thought nothing about the amount of light for he's stayed up late to draw many times.

He sketched out a few guide lines before making dark bold confident strokes. An eye, a nose, a few strands of hair here and there. To others complete chaos, to him comfort and solitude. He began filling the page with feathers. Feathers that swallowed the man on the page whole. Even now, Kaveh cared deeply for that single winged gray haired man child. He drew his face in such a soft manner, surrounded by bold lines and sharp edges. They had alway fought, even back when they were schoolmates, he just thought that maybe one day the two would stop... He had grown quite used to it and often enjoyed teasing his roommate. But today was too much, it hurt to even think that maybe Alhaitham really wanted him gone.

He planned to sleep on the idea of leaving, it would do him no good to stay if he really was unwanted. He sat the small drawing to the side, allowing his pencil to roll off the bed and clatter to the floor. He then pulled his gray bedding back over himself, just sleep this off...

Kaveh knew he wouldn't.

Alhaitham sat his book down on his dresser, slipping in a bookmark before walking over to his bed. He plopped down onto it, grunting as he aggressively hit the blue cushion. While staring at his ceiling he silently waited for any sign that his roommate would be throwing more things. Such a temper tantrum. He pulled his terminal off, placing the mechanism onto his side table before rolling over onto his side. He hated the silence, but he imagined his roommate would be making a ruckus for the rest of the night. He needed the sleep, Kaveh had said so before.

The taller male grabbed a pillow and placed it over his face as he drowned himself under his comforter. He was hoping Kaveh would get over whatever it was he was upset about by tomorrow. Their disagreements never lasted long, there were just many of them. He soon fell asleep to the image of the other male crying.

The morning was quiet and dewy, all the windows in the home were covered in a soft film of water. Water, a blessing of the forest. Alhaitham stood from the sheets, stretching his arms and back out as much as he could. His back thankfully was not in much pain despite him typically living in his office chair. After placing his terminal back on he loitered across the wooden floors, leaving his room and headed to the kitchen. Great... just great, dishes upon dishes were still left out uncleaned. He added to the little note section in his head, yell at Kaveh once he wakes up.

Al Haitham walked to their shared calendar. His previous papers were due today, thankfully they were all neatly stacked up on his work desk so his boss could just grab them and go. If he wanted he could start up on this coming week's papers. He then spun on his heel to eye his bookshelf. Orrrr he could read. He liked that option much more. He walked himself to his bookshelf and scanned the shelves before picking up a book on caves. He stopped at his front door and thought for a moment. Should he grab a coffee for his senior? No, he'll survive without it. Besides... according to him, he has money now. He can buy his own damn coffee.

The door to the cafe rung loudly, the bells attached to it jingled alerting the workers of Al Haitham's appearance. He walked to the front counter, his book in hand, barely looking away from it as he greeted the man at the counter. "Black and a hot vanilla." He hummed, flipping a page before pulling out his wallet. "My normal plus a kiddie." He pulled out a few mora, offering it to the man.

The vender gave a big smile and took the money. "Thank you, I'll have it right out." He then directed his eyes downward towards Alhaitham's book. "Do you like caves?" The man asked before turning away to make the cups of coffee. "You don't seem to be a person who would like to get dirty... but those arms of yours. Seems you like to workout, so maybe I'm wrong." He chuckled at himself.

The cafe wasn't anything like the small cafes a traveler may be used to. The Puspa Café was a larger building full of green stained glass, luxurious green vases and warm lights that hung over marble of green, brown, blue and white shades. Nicely stained wooden supports lined the room, supporting the walkways that were covered by nice little arches. Tables were pushed to the sides of the building, each covered in little lanterns and the green light from the windows. The walls were a light tan brick with light blue paneling that ran around the bottom halves. In the center of the room, in the center of a fenced in chandelier lit area rested a large white limestone fountain. Fresh water endlessly fell from its spout.

"You don't speak much do you?" Alhaitham glanced back up from his book, his drinks were placed on the green fabric that laid on top of the wooden ordering counter. The man smiled at him again, his elbows propped up on the counter and his face in his hands. "Do you have a kid at home who drinks coffee? I don't recommend that you do, I know my kid is always hyper even without caffeine." The man made an assumption of who the kiddie sized coffee was for.

"Ah, you could say that... he is a pain in the side." Alhaitham stated as he grabbed the small cup carrier. The cashier shot up from his spot, a shocked look on his face.

"The grand scribe not only speaks but has a kid? I would love to meet the little guy, I'm sure he's adorable, especially if he takes after you. Our kids could have a little play date."

The scribe seemed to almost chuckle at the comment. "Maybe." Was all he stated before turning away and leaving the cashier at the counter, not oblivious to the comments he was given. But it was better for him to play the socially dumb scribe.

Dumb dumb scribe.