text; an important survey

[indispensable]

Type: Text
Sender ID: indispensable (Alhaitham)
To: Public. So, so public.
Subject: A Survey on Romantic Relationships
Warnings: Potential discussions about sex? I guess?? But mostly this is just Alhaitham being the most obliviously shameless man alive.

This is Alhaitham.

I have a survey that I would like people to fill. There are no restrictions or stipulations to the nature of the responder. The only request is for you to be honest when filling it up.

1) Are you currently in a romantic relationship or have been in one? (yes/no)
2) If yes, does your current or previous relationship involve sex? (yes/no)
3) List down 5 to 10 words that describe what your significant other (past or present) makes you feel.
4) What is your main priority when you are with your significant other (past or present)?
5) How do you measure or recognize your feelings as love? What separates them infatuation or sexual attraction? Describe in 100 words or less.

You are free to leave your answers in this post or direct them to my inbox. I will be following up on whatever answers I feel are necessary.

Thank you for your time.

[OOC: ICly, this network post comes up about five minutes after the one Kaveh makes.]

Comments

[indispensable]

[It's always a little disappointing when they have to stop kissing, but Alhaitham reminds himself that they can come back to it later. They've got time, after all.]

Mmn. Though I suppose I did promise to help out with those butterflies...

[He just wants any excuse to spend more time with Kaveh right now. Hoe could he not, with that kiss which promises more?]

[empyrean_mirror]

You did. Before you went and got distracted, even.

[Kaveh huffs a faint laugh, but he's tangled his hand into Alhaitham's to tug them towards the door.]

But you'll be unbearably cranky if we don't get food first, either way.

[indispensable]

[Alhaitham lets out a faint huff of his own, amusement very much showing through, but he doesn't stop the way Kaveh has tangled their fingers together, and even less so as he gets tugged towards the front door.]

Bacon bits. [A murmur to remind his senior of what they're going for today's lunch. He's not going to accept any alternatives!!]

[empyrean_mirror]

I didn't forget, don't worry.

[He'll get you your poutine you ridiculously spoiled cat of a man!]

[indispensable]

Mmn. You better not.

[He's holding you to that, senior. He wants all the bacon bits.]