[ the one thing, the singular only thing that heine appreciates about his costume is that the powers that be had seen fit to leave him his boots. it maybe looks silly, his long legs stretching out from under a frilly maid skirt and ending in black combat boots, but in heine's opinion the whole damn thing looks silly, so what the fuck ever.

he had been slumped in a couch with an arm thrown over his eyes when kaveh came over, and now at least he's sitting up, although he still looks like refried death. he takes the drink that kaveh passes over, holding it on his thigh as kaveh reaches up to try to salvage his hair. ]

I thought about it. [ heine's voice is weary. ] Went into a room with candles downstairs and thought about burning the whole fucking place to the ground.

[ he came back in, after delivering alhaitham home, to make sure that there was no one else on the second floor who needed rescuing. it's where he got the set of three parallel claw marks that are healing into nothingness on his left collarbone. ]

Nice outfit. [ wry. he only says it because he's basically wearing the same. ]