when he remembers something, a faint distant memory but it causes him to stir his attention away from his computer’s screen, to the man with golden blond hair and a past entangled to him.
“Kaveh,” He calls out, it sounds almost like he yearns for something and he hates that if…
…anyone is able to pick it up, it’ll be obvious that Alhaitham is hiding something. A feeling—perhaps. “Where do you live now, @erchitekton?”
- their coworkers will fit better to be the one briefing Kaveh about this. But, everyone have their own agenda already and it’s not like he can’t give an explanation.
“There will be times where you will have to work for me, I need your designs, you need my writing, as simple as
- that, really,” Then he goes back to his screen, not giving the other anymore attention.
“That will be all, @erchitekton —-and, welcome to the team,”
- to his work and to the newbie this way.
Kaveh approaches him again then, the energy from his conversations with their coworkers still present—-and Alhaitham truly thinks that he deserves to be in this industry more than Alhaitham will ever be. The slight curve of a smile -
- twitches up from his lips, though to @erchitekton it might be seen as teasing instead of a genuine amusement.
“Sure, you are,” He mumbles, sliding his headphones upwards so he can be seen as busy but not bothered. “Well, get to work then, I’m sure there are clients waiting,”
- their early 20s have, like an intern excited to start their new journey. It’s another appealing point of the other.
Alhaitham watches, and notes before he lets out a grunt. Dismissing the fact that he has to do the introduction in Kaveh’s stead. “Why would I do it?” He -
- asks just in time as @erchitekton’s attention is shifted away from him.
“We both know, you’re better than talking than I am, go on, I’ll wait for you to finish, newcomer,” He said, the last word coming out from his lips hinted a teasing tone.
- of showing his emotions, he would look surprised (and slightly disappointed by the idea). Here he is, schooling eyebrows both raised, as if disapprovingly judging Kaveh.
“Do you despise our relation with each other that badly, Kaveh?” He says -
- finally calling out to @erchitekton’s name. The name itself rolling off from his tongue in a way he never expected to be.
Ah.
It’s strange, not in the terrible way.
- scrolling through the phone still in his hold and remains unchecked for the past few minutes.
“I noticed that,” He hums out as his attention is going back and forth—from the texts occupying his vibrating phone, to Kaveh who is still looking at him. “You’ll be making designs -
- based on what I’ll be writing then, Senior @erchitekton,” There is a tint of a teasing smile as he said the last two words, eyes locking with Kaveh’s.