[ so in the next divorce alhaitham is taking the kids, except for boltcutter-kun, midnight takes him. kaveh gets visitation every other saturday. Useless
Midnight's eyes narrow in the dark, quietly putting his dishevelment together in the frame of Kaveh he's built in his head. Cat-lenses flashing in the gloom, from behind Kaveh's back, where he can't see. ]
For aesthetics, or to let any prospective bartenders have a precious bit of illumination? Really, so long as your suggestions remain this lovely, I'll always let you have your way.
[ The third chandelier was not a lovely thing, and Kaveh expressed it, but Midnight stands by it. A fantasy isn't always lovely, after all... ]
Plain black for now, I think. I don't have any specific plans for it or room five; Miss Don hasn't gotten back to me on that front and I'd like to keep the possibilities open. You've done quite a bit with the greenhouse and coffee station anyhow.
[ ... He tugs at the back of Kaveh's collar, first softly, then a bit more insistently. If Kaveh turns to see what the hell he's on about, Midnight will put his hand to his face, fingers in Kaveh's unkempt hair, peering at his tired red eyes. How long has he been up this time...? ]
im so sleeby, dude. I am, in fact, not woke as fuck
Midnight's eyes narrow in the dark, quietly putting his dishevelment together in the frame of Kaveh he's built in his head. Cat-lenses flashing in the gloom, from behind Kaveh's back, where he can't see. ]
For aesthetics, or to let any prospective bartenders have a precious bit of illumination? Really, so long as your suggestions remain this lovely, I'll always let you have your way.
[ The third chandelier was not a lovely thing, and Kaveh expressed it, but Midnight stands by it. A fantasy isn't always lovely, after all... ]
Plain black for now, I think. I don't have any specific plans for it or room five; Miss Don hasn't gotten back to me on that front and I'd like to keep the possibilities open. You've done quite a bit with the greenhouse and coffee station anyhow.
[ ... He tugs at the back of Kaveh's collar, first softly, then a bit more insistently. If Kaveh turns to see what the hell he's on about, Midnight will put his hand to his face, fingers in Kaveh's unkempt hair, peering at his tired red eyes. How long has he been up this time...? ]