Not even cuteattractive, the way any handsome man's smile can be pleasing to look at; no, Aether thinks Alhaitham's smile is cute. Like adorable. There are ways in which the intimidating scholar is not unlike a large, fluffy animal, and his rare moments of pleasure are one of them.
Anyway — the smile in itself is Aether's own reward. His job is done now. That being said, as he sets the backpack of books down on the floor, the traveler looks up to find Alhaitham offering him a towel. For what? Oh... his hair. ]
Oh, thank you. [ Aether accepts it easily, working the towel over his bangs and the top of his head. ] I'm sorry. I don't mean to get dust all over your home...
[ There's only so much hecan do with his hair tied back. It'll be a pain to have to braid it again, but Aether sighs, pulling his feathered hair-tie off the end of his braid in order to let his hair hang loose. All the better to sweep the bits of sand and stone out of his golden locks.
The new sculpture catches his attention as he's toweling off, though he can't get a very clear view of it wish his head at an angle. ]
[It's frankly unfair how endearing Alhaitham's smile is, such is the stance of a Kaveh far too deep in his cups (and me, personally) and lamenting how big and irreverent his junior has become. Alhaitham was always irreverent but that's beside the point. Perhaps it's the simplistic approach to his own pleasure he takes, that Alhaitham's smile is almost pure.
He has been smiling more these days, although it isn't something he's considered consciously. Things are just going well. He has no major complaints life, and indeed many troublesome points have actually improved.]
Dirt can be cleaned up. [By Kaveh, because Alhaitham is absolutely going to get sucked into these books and forget all about that.
He reaches for the bag, hefting it up easily in one hand. He pauses, glancing to the statue.] I didn't ask, as that didn't seem important. Art is meant to be interpreted by its audience, no?
[As Aether sorts his hair, Alhaitham deposits the bag on the rightmost divan. That's probably also getting sand on the cushion. Oh well.]
Do you want coffee? [A question and an invitation both.]
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Not even cuteattractive, the way any handsome man's smile can be pleasing to look at; no, Aether thinks Alhaitham's smile is cute. Like adorable. There are ways in which the intimidating scholar is not unlike a large, fluffy animal, and his rare moments of pleasure are one of them.
Anyway — the smile in itself is Aether's own reward. His job is done now. That being said, as he sets the backpack of books down on the floor, the traveler looks up to find Alhaitham offering him a towel. For what? Oh... his hair. ]
Oh, thank you. [ Aether accepts it easily, working the towel over his bangs and the top of his head. ] I'm sorry. I don't mean to get dust all over your home...
[ There's only so much hecan do with his hair tied back. It'll be a pain to have to braid it again, but Aether sighs, pulling his feathered hair-tie off the end of his braid in order to let his hair hang loose. All the better to sweep the bits of sand and stone out of his golden locks.
The new sculpture catches his attention as he's toweling off, though he can't get a very clear view of it wish his head at an angle. ]
What's the statue of? A... bird?
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He has been smiling more these days, although it isn't something he's considered consciously. Things are just going well. He has no major complaints life, and indeed many troublesome points have actually improved.]
Dirt can be cleaned up. [By Kaveh, because Alhaitham is absolutely going to get sucked into these books and forget all about that.
He reaches for the bag, hefting it up easily in one hand. He pauses, glancing to the statue.] I didn't ask, as that didn't seem important. Art is meant to be interpreted by its audience, no?
[As Aether sorts his hair, Alhaitham deposits the bag on the rightmost divan. That's probably also getting sand on the cushion. Oh well.]
Do you want coffee? [A question and an invitation both.]