[ overnight like plants, the man introducing himself as roland says. kaveh lets out a noise that's halfway between a laugh and a weary sigh. ]
Indeed, and you look spry for it. Let me have a look, here - [ kaveh looks. up, and down, with the critical eye of a man who once spent three days comparing fabric swatches for the upholstery for a new divan because he needed the exact flower pattern that would best accentuate the angular lines of the rug he'd just purchased, and nobody was willing to measure if the flower vines were exactly .03 milimetres in diametre for him. couldn't possibly understand why.
roland looks fresh, kaveh thinks. it may be bias, but he rather likes the way the little extra bit of curve along the floral pattern gives the eye something digest that isn't entirely straight lines. kaveh hums, pleased, and pulls out the skinnier version of it to compare. ] Ah, there we go. I'd thought so. The thicker one fits the cut of your suit better. It's because of the angle of your lapel, you see. But the skinnier one should be fine as an off-tie if you need to get the other one washed.
[ kaveh straightens. ] And as for the buildings - I'm certain they didn't pop up overnight, and that some architect in your city would be happy for the acknowledgement! But I must admit that I'm not certain about the buildings in this city. Everything is a bit too uniform. They even broke ground the same way. You don't get that with human labour.
[ ... and, of course, in the end, because he is still kaveh - that lilt of hope seeds in like a stowaway long the edge of his voice: ] Now... um, can I convince you on the matter of earrings, perhaps?
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Indeed, and you look spry for it. Let me have a look, here - [ kaveh looks. up, and down, with the critical eye of a man who once spent three days comparing fabric swatches for the upholstery for a new divan because he needed the exact flower pattern that would best accentuate the angular lines of the rug he'd just purchased, and nobody was willing to measure if the flower vines were exactly .03 milimetres in diametre for him. couldn't possibly understand why.
roland looks fresh, kaveh thinks. it may be bias, but he rather likes the way the little extra bit of curve along the floral pattern gives the eye something digest that isn't entirely straight lines. kaveh hums, pleased, and pulls out the skinnier version of it to compare. ] Ah, there we go. I'd thought so. The thicker one fits the cut of your suit better. It's because of the angle of your lapel, you see. But the skinnier one should be fine as an off-tie if you need to get the other one washed.
[ kaveh straightens. ] And as for the buildings - I'm certain they didn't pop up overnight, and that some architect in your city would be happy for the acknowledgement! But I must admit that I'm not certain about the buildings in this city. Everything is a bit too uniform. They even broke ground the same way. You don't get that with human labour.
[ ... and, of course, in the end, because he is still kaveh - that lilt of hope seeds in like a stowaway long the edge of his voice: ] Now... um, can I convince you on the matter of earrings, perhaps?