[ as kaveh is leaving he hears alhaitham mumble something! and though he doesn’t know just what he said he doesn’t need to, because it’s no doubt something meant to get on his nerves. he huffs, shooting him a quick look over his shoulder before dropping unceremoniously onto the couch. he leans over yo the table to grab a sketchbook, summoning mehrak over. his briefcase hovers over his shoulder, tipping forward to peer down at the comic panels he’s setting up. ]