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[ open ] kaveh's permanent catch-all

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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[ Chesed brightens. ]

Ah, yes, that is certainly true. It saddens me to see beans treated in this careless way, helplessly exposed to such unpredictable temperatures.

[ He withdraws his hand from the bag of coffee beans. Whoever this man is, he fully deserves it. ]

Oh, I insist you take this bag of coffee beans. They should go to someone who understands the intricacies of the drink. I'm sure you will treat these beans with care, and I'm confident you will grind them to an appropriate grain, one that fully draws out its best flavor.

[ Forget about the coffee beans! There are more important things that have his attention, namely, someone who [i]finally[/i] appreciates a good cup of coffee. ]

Haha, where are my manners. Please, call me Chesed.

[ chesed moves his hands away from the bag of beans. kaveh, because he is kaveh, chases after that hand. he presses the beans into chesed's hands with a laugh, hands scarred from wresting dreams into a reality where dreams go to die gently attempting to wrap chesed's fingers back around the package. kaveh is smiling. ]

Well, Mister Chesed, now that we're acquainted, I'd like you to know that I won't let a fellow coffee-lover think he's any less deserving of the beans. There's another bag just under it that suits my needs just fine regardless. I'm Kaveh, I'm an architect - though like I keep saying, that title doesn't mean much around these parts when there's nothing to build.

By the by, did you pick up a grinder from the stores around these parts? The ones they have here aren't that great, are they.

[ Chesed raises a brow as the other man presses the bag of roasted coffee beans into his hands.

This is rather unexpected, but Chesed's not about to decline a gift. After all, that would be rude, wouldn't it? Instead, he offers his company a smile. ]

No need to be so formal. Just "Chesed" is fine with me. And it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Kaveh.

[ He files away the information about Kaveh's job title. An architect without any buildings to design, how unfortunate. Surely, there must be something he could use his talents to construct?

His company's next line of questioning cuts off those thoughts. Ah. The accursed coffee grinders. Chesed can only nod with a sigh. ]

I have, and I must unfortunately find myself agreeing with your review. The mills in stock only have a single grind type option available.

[ He wrinkles his nose. It's simply unacceptable. ]

Every coffee grinder should have the option for coarse grinds or fine grinds.

Chesed, then. [ kaveh says, warm for it, ] And now we're met.

[ and because this is kaveh: ] Now, I must agree. And vehemently so. And not only do the options ought to run between coarse or fine grinds, but it also ought to give us the options for all the different grinds in between. How fine should be something that I ought to be able to control! How else would I get the full taste out of some these beans; they've been over-roasted to begin with, so they're naturally bitter, and I want a fine grind but not one so fine that it brings out even more of the bitter.

[ kaveh looks to chesed, conspiratorial. ] You're a fine man with excellent taste. Let me take care of you - I've adjusted my grinder to have the right settings on it. I'll do one for you as well.

[ Kaveh is a man of big ideas. Chesed, having identified that the bar for coffee grinders is underground, would have settled for a coffee mill limited to the two options of coarse and fine. But Kaveh has opened up his mind, shown him that one can demand and expect more from the City!

Or rather, perhaps it will be the resourcefulness of the City's residents that will rescue the good name of coffee.

Chesed arches a brow, impressed by every single word that's coming out of Kaveh's mouth. ]

My, I hadn't even thought to try and adjust a grinder to fine tune its options. Then again, I've never been particularly good with tinkering~

[ There's a bright smile on his face at the sound of Kaveh's generosity; this is, wholeheartedly, the best piece of news he's heard from anyone since his arrival. ]

Goodness, Kaveh, you are simply too kind.

Kind? Oh, no. Spiteful. [ kaveh grins, by the means of a conspiratorial whisper: ] I can't stand the way this city has limited us to, and what it forces us to do. It follows that tailoring and adjusting what they have given us is a way of defiance. Or maybe I just want to make sure that there's at least one other person here who understands good coffee.

[ it's not as if, kaveh thinks, that alhaitham doesn't enjoy a good brew, it's just that he's far less picky than kaveh is and has a tendency to have the most baffling opinions about bloom ratios known to mankind. a better conversation partner about the topic is a rare thing indeed. ]

Now, where can I find you once I've tweaked a grinder to our satisfaction?

[ "Spiteful," says Kaveh, which makes this gift all the more better.

So this is what the City does to those who've been mired in it for several months longer than him. Perhaps, in time, he will grow spiteful towards it too.

Chesed's smile never falters, even at Kaveh's following question. "Where can I find you once I've tweaked a grinder to our satisfaction?" he asks. Fortunately, that answer is very simple. ]

Are you familiar with the cemetery of the City's Park? You can likely find me there, as it's where I've been enjoying most of my days. Ah, but I suppose if you stopped by there, I wouldn't be able to offer you a brewed drink to express my thanks. There's not a stove or a kettle to be found out there, unfortunately.

[ He's busy touching grass. The local cemetery is a perfectly reasonable place to live, even if there's not a single kitchen in the area. ]

[ um. ]

Um. [ kaveh first says, because he's extremely eloquent, and because what just came from chesed's mouth needed more than a few seconds to process. the cemetery. kaveh ought not judge, he thinks. but he's known a vampire, and not even the vampire lives there, so perhaps he's judging just a little. ] Why the cemetery? You're, ah.

[ kaveh looks, just in case. ] Are you of a species that thrives best in the cemetery?

[ Chesed looks back at Kaveh and arches a brow, as though Kaveh is the one who's said something rather unusual. ]

Oh, no. I'm a completely ordinary human.

[ "Ordinary" doing quite a bit of heavy lifting, of course. ]

You see, it's rather nice out there. Plenty of fresh grass with a serene atmosphere, an excellent spot for getting some shut-eye. Oh, and it's quiet too, which is nice. I've spent so much time indoors, so I haven't quite gotten over the novel experiences of being outside again.

[ As said. Perfectly reasonable place to live, Kaveh. ]

[ kaveh looks. ordinary, kaveh thinks, has a very different definition here than perhaps anywhere else in the world. or at least in kaveh's world. this is, ostensibly, a very odd thing, considering he knows alhaitham.

still, kaveh hazards, so long as the man is happy, and he isn't causing harm to himself or anyone else. he wonders if hu tao knows about the man. she likes cemeteries too, though perhaps for different reasons.

rather, here is the more important question: ]

Well, where do you go to brew coffee, then?

[ Kaveh's question bears similarities with Yesod's question from the eve he'd approached in the cemetery. Where was Chesed showering? Where as Chesed brushing his teeth? Perhaps Yesod would never know.

It seems Kaveh, on the other hand, will receive a true answer from Chesed. ]

At the moment, I am limited to pourover, as it requires the simplest equipment. I've co-opted a corner at the Bookstore for my experiments, you see, though it occurs to me that I've no space for receiving guests to share coffee.

[ He wears a pensive expression and rubs his chin with a hand. ]

Though... I suppose I'll need a real kitchen to share coffee with a friend more frequently. Hmhm, how convenient that I may be moving to live under a roof with a group of my former colleagues~

[ the bookstore. a shared roof. kaveh thinks - oh no. there's a revelation happening, and something in kaveh tells him that it's all rather belated. netzach had mentioned that his colleagues from his city had been working at the bookstore. netzach had mentioned that he wanted to move into a larger apartment with his colleagues. midnight had mentioned that one of his hosts wanted a coffee station. kaveh had put his hands to work - a printing press, a shared home, a coffee station.

now, kaveh looks. how had he not wondered? for whom had he been building? ]

A roof that contained a coffee bar. [ kaveh says, and he is smiling. ] And perhaps we can also meet at the host club where there is another coffee bar set. And now that we've met, I've suddenly realised - would it not be grand to have another coffee bar at the bookstore? What could pair better on a winter's day than a good book and a good cup of coffee?

So you're Netzach's colleague, and Angela's employee, and Midnight's new host.

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