﴾ though jamil's unshakeable glare is boring into kalim's back and melting all the leftover scarabian witnesses into their respective seats, the burden of kalim's bag does not remain heavy, the weight draining mysteriously from it as jamil slides a steady hand over his shoulder. ﴿
Mind your posture, Kalim.
﴾ there's nothing... wrong with it, to be fair. it's simply grating for jamil to watch as kalim labors over anything without his intervention or guidance, and for the sake of maintaining this sterling mood he's in, he will fuss over this boy all the way to the door, swatting him away at the threshold in the event that he has even the tiniest ridiculous notion of opening it for himself. that is, of course, jamil's job to solemnly carry out, head bowed as if in respectful deference, bracelets ringing sonorously as he hurries the young master inside. ﴿
no subject
Mind your posture, Kalim.
﴾ there's nothing... wrong with it, to be fair. it's simply grating for jamil to watch as kalim labors over anything without his intervention or guidance, and for the sake of maintaining this sterling mood he's in, he will fuss over this boy all the way to the door, swatting him away at the threshold in the event that he has even the tiniest ridiculous notion of opening it for himself. that is, of course, jamil's job to solemnly carry out, head bowed as if in respectful deference, bracelets ringing sonorously as he hurries the young master inside. ﴿