I got possessed by something and speedwrote this in like 5 hours. enjoy kaveh omo that's basically just shittily written internal monologue. unfortunately it has nothing to do with the requests I'll get around to them I promise
Kaveh had been working nearly all evening on his newest project. It was meant to be "quaint, but eye-catching" in the clients own words. He'd meticulously written down every requirement and request they listed in hopes of finally getting a blueprint approved on first try. The whole piece was beginning to come together, a loose sketch on the back of a grocery list started to become a fully fledged blueprint, somewhere people could call home. Kaveh shifts in his seat. This was what he loved about his work, a small smile forming at the thought of a family growing up there, considering it their childhood home. It's something he wishes he still had.
There's a flip in his stomach he immediately dismisses as hunger. He's worked on an empty stomach many times, it's even created some of his best art.
He wasn't sure how long he had been working for, but by how much he got done he estimated about 5 hours. Time didn't really exist in this moment, neither did anything outside of Kaveh's mind full of ideas and the blueprint in front of him. He begins to bounce his leg under the table. Kaveh leans back over to the desk and examines the pillars.
He could move them a little to the North to accommodate the doorframe, but it might compromise the structural integrity of the whole house. He shifts his position again, crossing one leg over the other. Or he could move the doorframe to the South, and make the room its connected to unbalanced.
He feels the nagging pressure in his abdomen again, pressing his lips together and resuming his leg bouncing. Okay, he needed the bathroom, but it wasn't too bad yet. He could hold it. Kaveh shakes the thought off and immediately goes back to trying to get the rooms to have some semblance of balance. The client said they wanted the rooms to be identical in size so their children wouldn't fight over who got the biggest room, but wasn't some variation inevitable? He sighs, trying to ignore the discomfort. He'd fix this one issue and then he would get up.
He begins to contemplate how to make use of the remaining space the best, before another wave of desperation interrupts his thoughts. A glance at all of the empty coffee cups beside him didn't help at all. Kaveh had stayed up late last night and had to wake up early, and staying up late again required a lot of caffeine. Which had gone straight to his bladder. He ignores it again, pressing his thighs together and hoping it'd help.
There's still a pressing panic at the back of his mind when it isn't interrupting his train of thought, Kaveh leans forward both to ease the pressure and to get a better look at the second floor. Maybe he could take inspiration from the supports being used up there. The wood the client opted to use was heavy but durable, and their decision to use stone flooring for both floors meant there would be more weight than usual to hold up. Kaveh chews on his lip both in contemplation and an attempt to distract from the growing need taking his attention away from his project. He could always add an arch to the center to provide wider support and an aesthetic element. And then he could center the rest of the interior around it, allowing for everything to flow much cleaner. Another wave of desperation crashes over him, much stronger than the last. A horrible shiver runs through Kaveh's body as he realizes he's just about reached his limit. But he'd just had an idea on how to fix the problem, and if he leaves he might just forget and have to go through the process all over again.
Now acutely aware of his need, he tries to draw in the approximate location of where the arch would be. That was a start. And then the two pillars beside it. That's all he needed to do, and then he'd let himself go. The scratch of charcoal against paper and picking what style of supports to use was distracting enough to hold out for a little longer. Just noting down the approximate locations so they wouldn't get lost in the mess of lines would be enough, right? But the style would change the size and the rooms composition—
A strangled gasp leaves Kaveh's lips as he leaks against the hand he didn't even realize he was holding himself with. He needs to go now. The wet patch only made it even more tempting just to end his suffering right there.
Trying to stand made his need nearly triple, he doubles over and crosses his legs over one another to soothe it enough to walk out of his room and down the hall. It felt like an impossible task with his bladder full to its limit. Another small leak escapes, as a pathetic whine of desperation escapes in tandem. He grabs at himself harder, praying to not to lose control and ruin the nice carpet in his room.
He manages to open the door and shuffle awkwardly into the hallway. Kaveh hears the familiar pitter-patter of water and his bladder spasms in his stomach. Tears begin to well up in his eyes, no no no this wasn't supposed to happen— Alhaitham should be asleep by now, or reading a book in his room, not—
Kaveh reaches for the handle regardless, but it doesn't budge. Locked. His bladder spasms again and he presses his thighs together even tighter. Maybe he could find something else to use, just anything to not piss himself right there—Kaveh glances around their living room with tear-blurred vision. His mind feels too cloudy to function right. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, trying to stave off the unbearable need just long enough to make it somewhere.
Kaveh bangs on the door. "Alhaitham!" His voice breaks and he almost flinches back from it. "Could you please hurry up? Please?"
No response. His heart rate spikes. This wasn't happening, he was not about to piss himself right in front of the bathroom. He wants to think he can wait a few minutes but he knows it's completely futile, he's at his limit and has been for a while, he can't really think about anything but finally getting release. His bladder spasms again but this time, he can't clench his muscles enough to wrestle it back under control.
He whines, tears rolling down his cheeks as the telltale hissing and splattering echoes around the hall. He still desperately tries to stop it despite piss streaming through his fingers, the puddle rapidly growing under his feet in spite of his efforts. The relief took a few moments to kick in, but once it did it was overwhelming. He stops fighting it, resigning himself to the shame of pissing himself less than 3 feet from the bathroom.
It felt like the stream went on for an eternity, though realistically it was a minute at most. Every time he felt he could stop, his muscles were too weak-willed to slow down. When it finally stopped, Kaveh took a slow and shaky breath in, then out. It was a calming method Alhaitham had taught Kaveh for when his senses overwhelmed him. His mind hadn't calmed in the slightest, still overrun with panic and guilt for the mess he's made.
A voice from behind him. "Kaveh?"
Kaveh freezes.
"I— don't look! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I just, I didn't think you'd—" He can feel his face burning a deeper red than before, a hand subconsciously trying to cover the wet spot with his shirt.
"It's fine." Alhaitham looks him up and down, his tone of voice no different than if they were talking about what to make for dinner the next day. "Go clean up and I'll handle it."
His tone almost makes it even more humiliating. "I—I can take care of it, you don't have to clean up my messes all the time."
"You should get in while the water is still warm." The semblance of something almost gentle at the edges of Alhaitham's voice convince him to give in. It was beginning to feel gross to stand there soaked through with his own piss anyways, and Alhaitham seemed somewhat genuine for once. He awkwardly steps aside as Alhaitham turns on his heel and leaves as quickly as he appeared.