[ open ] kaveh's permanent catch-all

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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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closed. @midnight & netzach

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[ because i genuinely don't want the front page of citylogs to just be Logs With Kaveh In It:

here kaveh is, here is another day two, and ideally, this would have been a great time to teach netzach how to review a draft so that he can begin simple layout work for some of the upcoming projects. the planetarium needed all of its seats ripped out and then the buffet tables put in. measuring the tables, figure out the layout, checking wire length -all of that needed hands and feet and brains at the level, and kaveh didn't have enough of any of them.

but netzach has his head in his lap, and kaveh is loathe to move him. kaveh isn't certain how his sleep-deprived mind ought to have figured adding midnight into the mix was somehow going to make it better, but in his defense, he had been distracted at the time, and he had some inkling that midnight was able to basic arithmetic. all this concludes in midnight walking in to kaveh plucking another pomegranate seed to slip down and feed netzach, all the while his left hand continues bouncing between three sets of calculations. kaveh looks up, narrows his eyes, and then remembers that yes, midnight was his fault this time, and looked down again. ]

Did you bring the boltcutters? Those are the only boltcutters I've found in the city with fiberglass handles; I'll need him to shear through some electrical wires later.

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Yes, yes, our darling son.

[ Midnight swings Love-and-Patience in a graceful circle from his shoulder to the floor, resting it on Kaveh's seat. He is very prompt, meticulous, and detail oriented. When he wants to be. When it's convenient. When it benefits him.

The benefit here: Midnight plucks a pomegranate seed for himself, does not pause to think, simply eats it. He sighs, grips into his palm, then plants a kiss on top of Kaveh's head before collapsing to a knee to place another three kisses on Netzach. Just, you know, wherever he can reach. ]

Hello, beautiful. How are you?

[ General you, general beautiful. Midnight is just happy to be here! ]

[abstractart]

You're adopting tools now?

[it sounds a little odd for some reason? like he's got something in his mouth, still. and when midnight drops to a knee, netzach reaches out with a little grabby hands motion to keep him there, leaning in for a proper smooch.

-one in which he slips him another pomegranate seed, because he knows kaveh is not going to feed midnight one.]

...we're good. Kaveh's stuck on something, I think.

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It's a form of joint custody. In my defense, Midnight harassed me with him first. I couldn't leave him in Midnight's sole care after that, it'd've been too cruel.

[ kaveh says this and gently moves back from the table, enough that there's room for Midnight to slip his head beneath his arms to greet netzach and give him a proper one.

he quirks a brow. ]

And I'm not stuck. I'm deliberating. I can't quite decide if it's the best use of space if we have the stage in two different positions. ... perhaps that is a form of stuck.

[unrequite]

[ ... Look, if Netzach's going to put his fingers close to his lips, Midnight's going to give his fingers a slight lick. A wink. ]

Thank you, my love.

[ He chews, straightens, and sags over Kaveh's shoulders, kissing very obnoxiously into his ear, threatening to knock him out of the chair, Netzach and all. (And if he does, that is his fault for not eating and sleeping enough to hold up under Midnight's affections. Skill issue, frankly.) ]

I did say that we can renovate later, love. I did not, in any way, demand anything other than a single stage. The second one is a lovely idea, not a necessity.

[abstractart]

[oh, he's too lazy for hands. he's passing it over when he kisses midnight, because sometimes laziness and being a little terror are one and the same, unfortunately.]

I mean, are you gonna have two kinds of entertainment at the same time? Don't think you need a second stage if you're not.

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[ kaveh waves his hand, and then frowns. he shoves midnight back the way you would a particularly large and affectionate dog. how he manages that while keeping netzach perfectly still in his lap is something that's still being studied in the amurta labs. but it takes an architect and an engineer to know force, so perhaps they ought to have moved such a study over to the kshahrewar. ]

Oh, no. I abandoned the two-stage idea for your host club. I mean two different positions, I was envisioning a stage that can rise from the floor. It wouldn't go very high, your ceilings are entirely too low for it, but it'd change the shape and the lighting of the stage. Perhaps we can even hide two moving stage-leaves beneath the stage so that they can be pulled out when your stage needs to be a larger one without it being larger all the time.

[unrequite]

[ Oooh everyone in this room is so very lucky that Midnight is as of yet uncertain as to what is permissible in Kaveh's atelier... If Netzach had pulled that at the apartment, Midnight would have immediately paused all other topics of conversation to experiment with what else Netzach can do with that cheeky little mouth.

ANYWAY. Midnight looks down at Netzach, chewing at his seed a bit, still gamely trying to overwhelm Kaveh with affection and body weight alone. ]

Please tell me you've tried to get him to blink in the past several hours or so. At least since lunch. I want this venue to be open to the public at some point before the end of the year...

[abstractart]

I'm holding him still right now, right? It's kinda working...

[he really just says this like kaveh isn't even here-- but kaveh is busy functioning as his pillow, right now, so what is he really going to do about it.]

Making it rise might be a little much, but I think making it expandable might not be bad.

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I'm right here, Midnight, Netzach. You know I'm here. One of you is using my lap like a pillow, and the other one of you is tempting fate.

[ says kaveh, with some exasperation and no little affection, and not necessarily in that order. finally, because he is kaveh, he turns to kiss midnight's cheek, ending with a reproachful butt of his head. ] Behave. If you've nothing to do, there's a basket of peaches on the table. Peel it and feed some to Netzach. And I know that rising it may be a bit much, but wouldn't it be grand? Just imagine the musicians on stage feeling the expansion of the space. They'll hardly want to perform anywhere else again.

[unrequite]

[ In blatant parody, Midnight frowns, covers Kaveh's mouth lightly with his hand, and turns his attention back to Netzach, reaching for a peach with his other hand. So, not so much as tempting fate as he's hooked fate and begun reeling it in. ]

They'd have to find an audience first, and there certainly won't be a better place to find one than the club, at least for now. I'll be there, for one. The stage as it is is lovely, and should serve us well until there's a need for marvels of elevation. Netzach, do you have enough room for a whole peach, or would you like to split it?

[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.

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[ 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.