[ his world? kaveh thinks, well, yes. there is. he's about to say as much, but his eyes are already tracing the direction that gepard had been looking in just now. it's as much instinct as it is by rote habit - the reaction had been a stutter in reality that kaveh can't quite ignore, and an architect's curiosity means whatever it is will be something kaveh wants to pick apart. and so he looks.

uh.

bright, gaudy colours. the store stands out, with its neon sigh. cupid city, it says. what's a cupid? and why would there be an entire city of those things? ]

There is, actually. I met with him just a short while ago. [ ... ugh, roommates. ] No, before that - you looked at that building and looked away. What's wrong with it?