alhaitham was lounging on his bed, the view shrouded by the dark colorful curtains. He had the lights dimmed, reading a book he’s already gone through at least twice. He sipped smoke from the intricate spout in his hand, forcing whispy clouds into his mouth. He exhaled and let them curl out from his slightly parted lips as he read his eyes were half lidded and his eyes were on his book. You, Kaveh, could only really watch, since usually Kaveh had to smoke with him to stay on the couch… the air was smoky and slightly fruity. It was suffocating if you didn’t actively smoke, so he didn’t stay around unless he wanted to smoke as well haitham was pretty regal relaxing and reading, and the smoke swirling around him made him look otherworldly. Him nor any other geniuses knew the consequence of this smoking yet, as it was a cultural thing in sumeru and critics with theories of the practice in other nations usually didn’t mention their thoughts because it was rude