﹑ A Bouquet of Bloodied Flowers / Kavetham Angst

"What is this?"

"Flowers, as you can see," answered Alhaitham calmly."

"Yes, I know they're flowers, Mr. Grand Scribe. Red paintbrush flowers, to be exact. My question is what are you doing with them here?"

He shrugged. "I just think our living room needs some decorations."

Kaveh groaned. "But...they really don't fit here!"

"That's your problem," said Alhaitham, giving his attention back to his flower arrangement, "I like them."

There was no more retort from the architect for a while, until he groaned, "Fine, at least let me help you arrange them, then. The way you do it makes me pity those flowers."

"Be my guest."
Kaveh sighed and stepped forward, only to freeze right when his fingers were about to touch the flowers. The next second, he staggered back, covering his mouth as if he was going to vomit. His face was so pale.

"What's wrong?" Alhaitham asked, concerned.

"Urgh, it smells like blood!"

In which Alhaitham caught the deadly Hanahaki disease...