shellphones | text; an important survey

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.]

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Ah, you're graciously allowing me to do what I always do?

[Well that is getting him gently elbowed, as Kaveh picks up his cloak on the way to the door.]

Is that not preferable to getting you to do something that you don't want to do?

[A slight elbow back before he steps forward, reaching over to where their keys are placed while they're in and swiping them right under Kaveh's nose.]

Tell me, when was the last time you actually managed to do that?

[Kaveh snorts, and then makes a mock offended gasp at the keys getting snatched.]

Hey!

[Rather than answering Kaveh's (at this point mostly rhetorical) question Alhaitham jangles the keys in front of Kaveh, jerking them out of the architect's reach when the other inevitably tries to make a swipe for them, smirking afterwards.]

You were saying?

[The teasing tone ins his voice is all but impossible to ignore.]

[Kaveh does in fact grab at the keys as predicted!]

I said you can't make me do anything!

[Continues to hold the keys away from Kaveh's reach. You can't get them, senior~]

Somehow I beg to differ.

[Can you feel the smugness that's radiating off Alhaitham right now, Kaveh. Can you.]

This isn't making me do anything, this is you being a brat!

[Kaveh has crowded right up into Alhaitham's space to try and snatch his keys back. Sir!!! You can't even claim he forgot them this time!!!]

[Alhaitham certainly has no qualms about Kaveh crowding into his space; if anything, he is very much anticipating it, for as soon as Kaveh gets close enough Alhaitham leans in to close the distance and press their lips together.]

[At some point maybe Kaveh will stop being surprised by how affectionate Alhaitham's gotten over their time here, but it's not today, a soft little gasp escaping him at the kiss. It's not like he minds, but it does stop him dead in his tracks, cheeks flushed bright again.

Of all the things he'd thought, trying to work out where they stood, it never once occurred to Kaveh Alhaitham might...simply not know. He remembers their conversation after Ocard, remembers Alhaitham's struggle to connect and explain his own feelings. Maybe he'd been in love with the man so long he never considered that love wasn't something that is etched undoubtedly in the bones from the start.

But the amount of effort that Alhaitham now puts into this, for a man so fantastically lazy...]

...You really are incorrigible. But this isn't making me do anything I don't want to...

[Kaveh grumbles, but there's still a faint smile on his face when he steals another kiss. Maybe...maybe he can indulge himself in a little hope.]

[The sight of how red Kaveh's cheeks has gotten after Alhaitham pulls away from the kiss sends a small little thrill through him; he's always liked seeing the ways that he can affect Kaveh so, and knowing now that its because his senior holds affections for him has been... an undeniably heady thought.

It's part of why Alhaitham is making himself do this, to put in the effort to understand love in all of its forms. He wants to understand it, so that he can communicate it, and when he does so it will be from a place where his senior is unable to cast any doubt on it. That what Alhaitham will show to him is love that will be fully understood and entirely genuine.

But until then this is good, and Alhaitham smiles against Kaveh's lips as his senior leans back in to take a second kiss, one hand coming to rest against his hip to keep him in place as Alhaitham returns the gesture, his own chest growing warm from something as simple as this. If he could, he'd want to have this forever.]

[Kaveh is more than happy to indulge in that kiss, sweet but growing deeper, until his stomach reminds him he really is hungry, and he pulls away with a sigh. Curse the limitations of the flesh, really...]

Come on, then. The sooner we eat, the sooner you can get back to your research, right?

[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?]

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.

[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!!]

I didn't forget, don't worry.

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

Mmn. You better not.

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

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