[ 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

Comments

[kampfgeist]

[ dogs definitely like that sort of thing. heine also likes that sort of thing, and the scratch to his ear prompts one of his back legs to go thump-thump-thump on autopilot as an expression of how much he likes it. it's with eyes gone lazy with contentment that heine looks up at kaveh as he tries to puzzle through heine's identity, listing—every white-haired person in the city, it seems. only three? heine thought there would be more.

that's besides the point. alhaitham, no; thancred, also no. so indeed, heine, and when he hears his own name heine jumps back up onto all four feet and barks, a little yelp of a noise coming from a puppy throat. (the wolf he became with don sounded much cooler.)

that's a yes. hopefully kaveh can tell that much. also, no birds should ever be heine's size, storybook or otherwise. ]

[fussiest]

[ so it is, kaveh thinks, and is delighted by it. heine barks the laugh of a dog simply happy to have heard his name. the little yelp is adorable. kaveh will treasure that sound; after all, he could only hope that heine has a laugh much like that in the future. you never know. ]

Well, I'm glad to hear that you'll admit to your nervousness around chickens. [ kaveh cants his head. ] You seem in good health, though. So it seems that these stories truly don't harm those who are transformed. I ought to give you a test, though, just to make sure you understand precisely what I'm saying.

[ hm. ] When doing the laundry, does Badou separate the whites from the colours? One bark for yes, two barks for no, and lie down on your stomach if you didn't know you were supposed to.

[kampfgeist]

[ would that heine has a laugh at all, in the future. if anyone's likely to hear it, it's kaveh, after all. heine barks again, then sits down politely to look up at kaveh as he talks.

that's... also an extremely kaveh question to ask, and not entirely one that heine knows how to answer, mostly because it's badou who does the laundry and heine is only a man. he is the worst boyfriend. he doesn't help with this kind of thing. he lies down on his stomach, tilting his head back and forth, but then barks once, because if you're supposed to do it then badou probably does it, it's just that heine is bad at laundry.

whether this series of gestures will be of any use to kaveh at all, remains to be seen. ]

[fussiest]

[ heine drops to his belly, as kaveh expected. a single bark, also as kaveh expected. kaveh's smiling as he crouches down next to heine once more, picking his head up into his hands so he can give him a proper scritch side to side. who's a good dog?? ]

Ah, so Badou does the laundry, and you trust that he's doing it well. I do trust him to sort the whites and the colours, but somehow I got the sense that I shouldn't trust you to have known it. Remember, if the whites and the colours are mixed, you soon won't have any whites!

[ but kaveh rubs heine's head in a teasing matter; a small, please murmur of a laugh. ] But, well, this proves without a shadow of a doubt that you are indeed Heine. You are also the dog prince. There's a curse, isn't there? We ought to break it somehow, so you can speak properly to me once more. What say you that we go on a journey?

[ kaveh gives heine's paw a little squeeze, then holds out his arm. ] May I pick you up? It'll be a faster walk.

[kampfgeist]

[ it would objectively be weird to scritch your friend's head while he's in human form, but somehow like this it doesn't feel weird at all. heine pants happily and lets his back leg thump against the ground a few times in response, enjoying the pleasant sensations of being petted. life as a dog ain't bad, really.

a journey doesn't sound bad either, though, because as much as heine doesn't mind being a puppy, he would probably rather be himself. still, he's not quite ready to let himself be picked up and carried, so he hops to his feet, shakes his fur out, and trots a few feet out in front. then he turns around in a rather defiant stance and barks for kaveh to follow him—look at him, so independent. short little legs, but he's got spirit.

heine's not fully sure what it is they're looking for, yet—the story tells him he'll know it when he sees it, but until then they're just going to have to look around the castle. or wherever they are. ]