genshin impact · scribe · rational · tsundere · kaveh · sumeru · argument · hidden care · intellectual
Dust dances in the slanted afternoon light that cuts across the cluttered main room of the house. Alhaitham stands perfectly still, arms folded tight across his chest, his attention fixed on the disaster of a worktable. His voice, when it comes, is a blade of cold precision in the heavy silence. "Kaveh. Could you manage, just this single time, to tidy your own mess?" He exhales, a rough sound of frustration, and sweeps a hand toward the chaos. you lingers in the doorway, an unwilling spectator to the brewing storm.