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aether ([personal profile] ironwind) wrote in [community profile] gurabad2024-12-15 06:40 pm
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175 » was it nothing in the grand scheme?




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[personal profile] aquilaconstellation 2025-01-09 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
If you listen to everyone else, I'm always some varying degrees of 'bad'. Especially Kaveh.

[It wasn't on purpose, but sometimes there were some people that acting a certain way toward yielded the best results. It was Kaveh's own fault for being just a great debate partner that showcased a tone of different emotions every time. It was great.

Aether was a bit different. He had the ability to volley back and forth with him. Even if he didn't fully understand the subject, Aether was usually able to keep up, and that meant everything to Alhaitham.]


Well, if you must ask, it was because I couldn't fight him in a true fight without testing how generous Cyno was going to be with assault charges. Azar is as delicate as a scholar with a bloated ego can get, so swiping at him menacingly had to do.

The acting really was what had to sell it.

[ He recalled the events while petting Aether's hair, leaning against the top of his head.]

If you ever need someone with experience acting like a cat, I guess I am at your disposal.
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[personal profile] aquilaconstellation 2025-01-17 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? If you're the one being a cat this time, Maybe I can pet this gorgeous cat until he purrs instead.

[At this point, Alhaitham was already planning to do just that. Teasing him about how good and eager he was to perform only felt fitting, giving how much Aether had loved teasing him since they got there. He deserved to be treated like a cat.

So Alhaitham pets him, running his hand over blond hair, smoothing it in place and scratching lightly at his scalp. The hand trailed down the back of his neck, dragging his fingertip around until he could caress the back of his finger over Aethers jaw and give him chin scritches.]


You're even good at pretending to be a cat. Is there anything you can't do?

[Although usually he would be teasing, in this case, he sounded almost fond of his particularly large lapcat.]