[ open ] kaveh's permanent catch-all

[fussiest]

WHO: kaveh (fussiest) & y'all!
WHAT: this is a perpetual catch-all for kaveh because i'm too lazy to make a new one every month. this is for closed starters, tag-ins, visits to kaveh's workshop and the like! be wild! be bold! be free!
WHERE: all around the city, and especially at kaveh's workshop, the pairidaeza architectural design studio in district 1
WHEN: everywhere! everywhen! all at once!
WARNINGS: bickering, probably - everything else will be warned for on a thread-by-thread basis

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[abstractart]

[he just reaches up to pat kaveh's face when he scolds them. yeah. they know. (:

he hums thoughtfully at midnight's question, though. does he...]

Mm... I only want half. Feed the rest to Kaveh.

[fussiest]

[ netzach pats his cheek. this is an acceptable platitude. midnight, however, is a disrespectful little shit, and kaveh's eyes narrow in the aftermath of it, much in the way of a shark on bait meant for something far smaller and usually with far less teeth.

anyway, because this is kaveh, he tilts his head. his lips skim the curve of midnight's palm. the gesture is deceptively mild. it simply puts his head at the right angle to bite. his teeth catch along midnight's fingers. the pinch of teeth is just enough to keep midnight's fingers uncomfortably there; the pinch of teeth is just light enough to avoid breaking skin.

for good measure, kaveh chews. he finishes one last set of calculations, and flits for another page. ]

[unrequite]

[ Midnight laughs softly, but when his eyes lid, the stare lilts sharp, dark. He lets Kaveh chew, savoring the ache of it, then slips his hand away, replacing it with his mouth. A tender, chaste kiss, saccharine, sarcastic. He licks his lips at the end, then turns his head, tips the bowl until the light shines off the knife inside. ]

Now now, Kaveh. There are kinder ways to ask for what you want.

[ Mock condescending, utter disrespect. He pulls the knife, then takes a seat next to Netzach, and begins peeling the peach, slicing it around the pit. He holds the first slice to Netzach's lips. ]

For you, my love. Open, please.