kaveh's expression twists. he can see it in the mirror five times over. ]
Or have a little ray of light in this place that isn't fostered by that hideous block of a chandelier. Yes, there's illumination. No, it's not illumination that anyone in their right mind ought to want, and also it destroys the sleek line of the suspended ceiling. What did you have against nice potlights? Even a basic track light would have been better.
[ and, on a day five, the next thought comes without pause - that kaveh is absolutely never rigging another irrigation system indoors, because who is he to pretend to be a fluid dynamics engineer? it had taken him three whole days to figure out why the system didn't have enough pressure in it, and that was through painful block by block, tube by tube testing until he found the dip - and then another good five days before he could engineer his way into a solution that didn't involve opening up the next room over. that thought collides with the lack of a quality grinder for the coffee station, which then careens into don's admission that angela, of all people, was her boss, and did midnight know what that she had done to netzach?
midnight's hand tugs at his collar. kaveh turns. his thoughts still. midnight is looking at him much in the way of a man sizing up a puzzle. kaveh looks back. day fives feel like day ones again, with the only real difference being kaveh's perception of time. it has been five minutes, and it has been five hours, and kaveh lifts his hand to match itself against midnight's cheek. he pushes it into the black shock of midnight's hair. ]
- what? [ kaveh asks. the rimmed-red of his eyes narrow. ] Are you hungry? Did you not eat? In how many ways must I call you a fool before it finally sinks in, by the way of a particularly verbose well?
im struggling to find a good rhyme for woke that isn't broke. be a good bloke? don't choke!
kaveh's expression twists. he can see it in the mirror five times over. ]
Or have a little ray of light in this place that isn't fostered by that hideous block of a chandelier. Yes, there's illumination. No, it's not illumination that anyone in their right mind ought to want, and also it destroys the sleek line of the suspended ceiling. What did you have against nice potlights? Even a basic track light would have been better.
[ and, on a day five, the next thought comes without pause - that kaveh is absolutely never rigging another irrigation system indoors, because who is he to pretend to be a fluid dynamics engineer? it had taken him three whole days to figure out why the system didn't have enough pressure in it, and that was through painful block by block, tube by tube testing until he found the dip - and then another good five days before he could engineer his way into a solution that didn't involve opening up the next room over. that thought collides with the lack of a quality grinder for the coffee station, which then careens into don's admission that angela, of all people, was her boss, and did midnight know what that she had done to netzach?
midnight's hand tugs at his collar. kaveh turns. his thoughts still. midnight is looking at him much in the way of a man sizing up a puzzle. kaveh looks back. day fives feel like day ones again, with the only real difference being kaveh's perception of time. it has been five minutes, and it has been five hours, and kaveh lifts his hand to match itself against midnight's cheek. he pushes it into the black shock of midnight's hair. ]
- what? [ kaveh asks. the rimmed-red of his eyes narrow. ] Are you hungry? Did you not eat? In how many ways must I call you a fool before it finally sinks in, by the way of a particularly verbose well?