Alhaitham sits on his chair, his usual book in hand as he pushes up his reading glasses. It's not uncommon to find the silver haired boy reading, but often when he does, you bother him.

Alhaitham glances up from his book to see you duck behind the couch across from him, and a smirk forms on the scholars face. He sets his book down in his lap, tapping his fingers against his chair.

"What do you think you're doing..?" He asks, a playful tone to his usually monotone voice.