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Al Haitham has never been the generous type, clearly. He was always stuck to his schedule, unbothered to meddle around and put in the effort to communicate with anyone, unless that is for the Akedima's meetings.

Kaveh on the other hand would use any source of knowing someone as an excuse to strike up conversation, anyone. He is probably more generous than anyone he knows, but that generosity can be a reason for the state he is in, picking at the scraps of others, and now, living with a man he would never imagine himself to even talk to.

As much as Kaveh is into communicating, anything like small talk to deep meaningful conversations, Kaveh will drown himself in those conversations, with truly anyone, anyone but Al Haitham.

The blond sometimes finds himself, laying on his bed, staring at the off white coloured ceiling, observing the tiny speckles and splatters of paint that had somehow flung there, pondering on how on earth he got to this state. How had he ended up in the grasp of Al Haitham and his constant bickering.

To be honest, Al Haitham has probably spoken to Kaveh the most in his life, though it's not easy to avoid someone who is living in your house. Kaveh can be reckless, and in all truthness, Al Haitham is probably– no, is the reason why Kaveh is alive. Al Haitham was weirdly generous enough to offer a whole place, with an easy food source, though of course Kaveh had to pay rent for it..

"You're late on rent, again." Al Haitham's voice makes Kaveh slightly jump, in front of the blond is a figure made up of popsicle sticks, toothpicks and hot glue to stick it together, sketches of drawings surrounding the figure.

"Am I?" Kaveh mumbles, eyebrows furrows, pretending to be really taking in every detail of what Al Haitham said, but Kaveh didn't even process anything, shaky hands trembling at the figure.

"Yes." Al Haitham grumbles, the newspaper in his hands crinkle as he skips a page.

"I will.. Urm.." Kaveh soon forgot what the topic of conversation was even about. "Yeah, I will." He mumbles again, the hot glue squirting out as it helps to stick the creation nicely together.

"Kaveh, you also have to pay extra as interest for my food." Al Haitham says, weirdly enough, as he had no longer bothered to ask Kaveh for such minor payments, because clearly Kaveh's way of repaying the food was by cooking it.

Kaveh nods, a toothpick in his hand and trying to have it stick to the figure.

"And that fox you brought here needs to get out." Al Haitham says in a warning manner.

Kaveh nods again.

Al Haitham groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Kaveh!" He raises his voice slightly.

"Mhhhmmm.." Kaveh extends his humming, biting his bottom lip trying to adjust parts of his figure.

"You're not listening." Al Haitham says in an annoyed manner, dropping his newspaper to his table and getting up to move to Kaveh.

"I will.." Kaveh mumbles, grabbing the spare figure he made and trying to attach it to the first model.

"Kaveh!" Al Haitham exclaims, his hand slamming on the table of where Kaveh was working at. The blond flinches, steadying his model as the table shakes.

"Al Haitham! You almost destroyed my fine piece of pride!" The blond exclaims, pushing Al Haitham's hand off.

"I need you to listen to me!" Al Haitham exclaims in frustration. Kaveh massages his temple and looks up at the silver head.

"I am!" He exclaims, getting up to Al Haitham's height.

"No you're not! You just agreed to getting rid of that annoying fox!" He groans, sitting back on the couch.