[ kaveh huffs a sigh and folds his arms, assuming that alhaitham's turned his headphones all the way up, but as he enters the kitchen he spots the assortment of stuff on the counter. ] Where are yo-
[ this blockhead!!! how come he couldn't just FORWARD THE MESSAGE. he grabs the gourd, grabs the headphones, and cradles them both in his arms as he frantically tries to form a coherent thought. ]
[ ok, ok, this is... not fine, but... he'll figure something out. he has to. he has to. ]
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[ that's it,
he's coming home... NOW. ]
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[ Except when Kaveh gets home, Alhaitham is nowhere to be found. ]
[ But there is a suspicious pile of items on the kitchen counter; soup stock, bread, veggies, g o u r d s, a cookbook, and Alhaitham's headphones. ]
[ But that's it. ]
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[ he seldom takes them off, so gourds aside his concern spikes through the room and into the stratosphere. ] A- Alhaitham?
done.
[ ok, ok,
this is...
not fine, but...
he'll figure something out.
he has to.
he has to. ]