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CHAPTER 2

Kaveh woke up with a trashy headache, he checked his clock and it was.. 10:00AM!? The blond scrambled to his feet, before remembering it was a wednesday, no important meetings today to attend to. He slowly walked out of the room to find Al Haitham, a tired look on his face sipping some tea.
"Did you make any for me?" Kaveh mumbles, massaging his forehead.

"No." Al Haitham grumbles, skipping a page of a new book. "Unless you want to be indebted to my tea bags" Al Haitham sighs. If someone could pull a cocky grin without even turning the corners of his lips, Al Haitham had broken a new world record.

"Ugh–! You insufferable person..!" Kaveh exclaims. Al Haitham hums in reply.

"If you didn't spend all that mora maybe–"

"Just shut up! You're worsening my headache.." Kaveh grumbles, wincing in pain as he rubs his eyes.

"If you didn't drink so much maybe–"

"Okay wow! Life changing information! Now shut up!" Kaveh exclaims, storming to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, trying to get rid of his hangover. Kaveh still hadn't gotten over last night and was still quite angry at Al Haitham.

Al Haitham was also quite disappointed and annoyed with Kaveh but it was how the two had gotten around each other.

Kaveh continued to drink the whole glass of water, wiping his lips, an 'ah' noise escaping his lips, the cold fresh water rushing down to his throat. It really helped clear his mind. Kaveh had left the door open, meaning Jerry had jumped out, running around Al Haitham's footing of his chair. Kaveh scowls at this.

"Why is he always so obsessed with you?" He mutters, gorging another glass of water down this throat.

"Clearly I'm the more likeable person here." Al Haitham hums, it was obvious the silver head had slowly, very slowly, grown a liking to the small fox, he enjoyed, the mostly quiet fox, and quite stress relieving.

"Oh- and here." Kaveh grumbles, digging in his pocket of his pants, a pouch of mora inside.

Al Haitham cocked an eyebrow, giving a scoff as he collected the mora.

"Kaveh." Al Haitham slaps his forehead. "230 Mora. seriously? This barely covers 2 months of rent, excluding–"

"I know that! Just.. take whatever." Kaveh grumbles, scowling at the silver head as he stretches. The man groans, his face quite flushed.

"Is it hot or is it just me?" He huffs, flapping his hand at his face.

"Just you." Al Haitham sighs, back to reading.

"Oh shut up.. I think.. My headache is just.. I'm going back to sleep.. "

Al Haitham hums a nod.

Kaveh had removed his Akasha, the obviously better version that Kaveh and Al Haitham collaborated on making.. -- somehow --had created, connecting it to Mehrak, so he could easily contain his findings and messages on Mehrak. The improved version of his Akasha was not connected to the Akademia, his information wouldn't be immediately uploaded to the Akademia without his consent or notice. As Kaveh had always been sensitive, he would hate for the Akasha to leak what and how he thought. The blond continued to slip his shirt off, the heat bothering him too much, and popping on top of the bed, kicking the sheet off.

Around three hours of Kaveh not really sleeping, but just laying there and taking mini naps in between. HIs headache slowly disappeared. Merhrak was making some annoying noises, making Kaveh groan in frustration.

"Mehrak.. Shut up.." He whines, turning to his back and staring at the ceiling

"Meep.. wep..boop..beep.."