[ it really isn't in kaveh's nature to be mean. or, well, meaner than usual, really - but the sight of gepard landau protesting over what looks to be a slightly gaudy shopfront prickles up all kinds of curiosity that kaveh didn't even think he had in him. it's not as if the explanation helps, he thinks, but he knows that there must be a reason why the description is as vague as it is. the shop is likely not very socially acceptable. but social acceptability is a relative thing. what's acceptable in inazuam could be very odd in sumeran culture. it has kaveh look back again. 'cupid city' glows in rainbow neon.

gepard clears his throat. kaveh looks. ]

You're making me more and more curious with a description like that. [ perhaps he's just teasing a little. it's also, however, the truth. immediately, kaveh's steps pivot. he begins his walk in that very neon, gaudy direction. ] Come, let's just take a quick look, shall we? What's in here that has gotten you so red?