" Oi ! I can take care of myself just fine ! " he argued, arms crossing. Shooting Alhaitham a glare while watching him pack.
" Essentials. Plus my sketchbook and pencils. I might need those. "
â ððÍðŊÍððĄ . ðŠķ
"I can take care of myself rather sufficiently. The same cannot be said about you I'm afraid."
He's coming back and fort and stuffing a backpack with some books and things he'll need. He also adds his grandmother's diary in there with a careful hand.
"What are you taking?"
ðĻðģðŊðĻð°ðŧðŊðĻðī.
He crossed his arms. " And what about you, huh ? Someone has to make sure you stay in one piece. " Kaveh humphed, as if it was the obvious explanation.
â ððÍðŊÍððĄ . ðŠķ
"But I told you to grab your things and go. You should be far from the city if you left yesterday."
Oh god, what a headache. He's come back to the house just to grab a few things and finding Kaveh still there won't make it any easier.
