[ it's day two. day two of what? day two of everything. seventy shutters, three hundred pieces of mosaic, ninety seats to remove from their moorings, and thirty buckets of paint and primer ready for a venue that still needs to be cleaned out, and kaveh's making final drafts for the addition of a second stage because apparently the first one isn't quite enough for the musicians. but what he hadn't expected meandering from one end of town towing behind him a long buffet table from where it had been unmoored from a restaurant is a man suddenly speaking to, well, what looks to be a... car?
it's day two and kaveh hasn't slept. he has to pause for a moment as he attempts to discern a) what is being said, and then b) if the car is talking back. because that's definitely a sane thing to expect for all parties involved. ]
Um. [ kaveh says, ever eloquent - ] Did it say something? And could you understand it?
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it's day two and kaveh hasn't slept. he has to pause for a moment as he attempts to discern a) what is being said, and then b) if the car is talking back. because that's definitely a sane thing to expect for all parties involved. ]
Um. [ kaveh says, ever eloquent - ] Did it say something? And could you understand it?