@flawed-ideals.bsky.social can find a simply wrapped, thin box left on his bed whenever he comes home.
It’s just a leather bound sketchbook and a new set of charcoals— Alhaitham remembers Kaveh mentioning how the ones he has now were getting small.
looking into your own first in case someone is being underhanded if you haven’t already. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone’s taking advantage of Kaveh’s lack of awareness and naivety when it comes to people and their intentions. It wouldn’t be the first or last time.”
because this was a reason why I wasn’t keen on it. Or you. Frankly, you don’t know who you’re dealing with. And if you think 𝘐’𝘮 of any help then you’re sorely mistaken. He doesn’t listen to me.
…. He should be at the tavern in Port Ormos discussing with that client I mentioned, but I’d recommend +
your hands on Mehrak— He’d rather be killed first before someone takes it. As for his options, he HAS other ones but refuses to acknowledge it or ask. As for convincing him, you have better luck getting a rishboland tiger domesticated. You shouldn’t have helped him at all in the first place, +
sighing once again— It came out a little harsher, though. A hand raising to run through his bangs as he shifted, then letting it rest against his neck. Tapping at the back of it as the scribe continued.
“Anything he has left are personal keepsakes of his parents. And you can forget about getting +
the rent he owes, and what little valuables he does actually have are things he’s not willing to part with for one reason or another. Everything Kaveh had that was of value and he was willing to give up has been given up.”
Turns back to look toward the Harbinger, looking him over once before +
of course.
“For the record, Kaveh doesn’t 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 any valuables under his name. The furniture in this house might be things he picked out on account to my ‘atrocious taste’, but it’s all been funded or purchased by me. It was done that way so that he can focus on paying off the loans he had and +
he stayed put against the counter. Sighing as he glanced around their home, Alhaitham’s lips pressed together- clearly disappointed despite the lack of expression besides the narrowing of his eyes at noticing a golden key by his books.
That will be a problem for him later. And Kaveh’s, +
He heard that, you know. And he hope he knows that what he had said about his roommate was far from a compliment.
All he did was keep a brow silently raised, though— A bit unimpressed with that as he watched and waited for him to come further inside, fingers drumming absently against his bicep as +
counter. “Tell me about this loan. How did it get approved despite his financial history and background? Isn’t it supposed to be the bank’s responsibility to monitor that sort of thing, and to weigh the pros and cons of a loan that leaves the bank losing due to liability? What are the agreed terms?”
making sure it’s done right, even if it meant putting himself in further debt. No matter the cost. But my senior’s habits are neither here nor there right now, are they? So,” turns back around. A brow raised once again as he gestured toward Childe, arms crossed as he leaned back against the +
financial problems.” That could’ve been said better, he knows it could’ve been. But he’s easily carrying onto the next thing- rinsing out his mug just so that he could leave it in the sink to be washed out properly later.
“Kaveh is a perfectionist that doesn’t cut corners with his designs and +
he had out before at least picking up his drink. It needed to be dumped anyways, since he’s up.
He did acknowledge what he said with a hum, though— It was the same line of thought he had, knowing that Kaveh’s done it in the past. Repeatedly.
“His own bleeding heart is usually the cause of his +
bias. All things considered.
Stepping further inside and frowning still as he eyed the ginger over for a moment, Alhaitham nodded toward the shoes left by the door to answer his question. Not turning back around as he drifted toward the living room, glancing down to the cup of coffee and the book +
It’s not exactly that he thought the worst of the other man. It’s that he’s more concerned and weary for Kaveh’s sake- his lack of self-preservation and care tended to get him into situations that he either didn’t need to be in or taken advantage of.
But, perhaps, there was a little bit of +
☆ : Now back to what I was doing
The Reply tm
☆ : CACKLING
☆ : Un momento, checking mail….
came to his senior. And here he is now- after a long pause to himself- opening the front door back open to someone he wasn't exactly pleased with inside his home, because it was another problem Kaveh's gotten himself into.
".... He's with a client, but I'm not telling you where that is. Come in."
eventually, letting out a measured, heavy sigh.
"He's never going to learn if you keep making things easy on him. Or solving the issue yourself when he's the one that keeps getting himself into the situations he gets in."
Yet time and time again, Alhaitham didn't listen to his own advice when it +
himself——
........ But then he said the amount that would be owed. And his eyes narrowed slightly, brow furrowing as he stared down at his hand on the doorknob and the way the edge of the door was practically touching the frame. Standing there in silence for a long moment as he thought before, +
mere centimeters away from being shut completely Milliseconds from being able to shut out the talkative ginger that was trying to make sure he didn't close his door, to go back to enjoying the relative peace he had wanted today until the blond came home so that the Acting Sage can question him +
particularly keen on believing that Kaveh and this man were 'friends'— Not outside anything more than the professional means it should be between a bank loaner, one that was a Harbinger at that, and the client that his roommate was; even with the help that was already given. The front door was +
If Childe thought that putting his hand on his door was going to make him pause in closing his door, he would be sorely mistaken.
Alhaitham stared at him still as he continued to press his door shut, expression carefully- pointedly- blank despite the fact that he continued to speak. He wasn't +
You've already been here before
You already know where it goes
You chose this, you know it's supposed to be over
☆ : Woah.... Me back on Alhaitham and trying to be a lil more frequent here? Wild shit
lifted up to wave him off. A dull and unenthused 'politeness', like he was dealing with a solicitor.
"Bye now."
he started to close the door.
"Where Kaveh is and whether or not I know isn't any of your business. Whatever the bank needs from him, they can send it through a letter and through the right channels. Otherwise, I'm going back to what I'm doing, and you can leave us be."
This time, his hand +
He was silent. Eyes flickering over the other's form then off to the side for a moment as Childe spoke, his brow twitching slightly with the concern in his voice as he spoke before smoothing back out when turning back to him. He was already gesturing with his hand- the one with the blond's key- as +
the door opened only halfway.
".... Is there any reason you're interrupting my day off?"
