WHO: gepard (def) & kaveh (fussiest) WHAT: two blond dorks meet and go on an adventure WHERE: somewhere in district 2, maybe WHEN:*vague hand gestures* sometime in july WARNINGS: possibly nsfw talks, but should be nothing wild
[ 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?
[ look, gepard diverted kaveh's attention with that question. can he not throw it back in his face?
it's very tempting, then, to continue said diversion, but that would be even worse than serval lying to his face. he might be better at bluffing than his sister, but deflecting here would be too obvious. gepard sighs under his breath, reluctantly averting his gaze once more to the offending establishment.
the color on his cheeks remains, a faint pink. like skin exposed to the cold wind. ]
There's not wrong with it.
[ ... he can keep it at that, right? no? aeons be damned. ]
It's one of those niche stores for certain interests ...
[ .................................... digging holes is one of the worst traits of being a landau. clearly.
gepard tries to calm himself and find some semblance of understanding, as embarrassing as this is, that he might have phrased it in a way that's misunderstood. which is what just happened, so he really shouldn't hold it against kaveh for asking such a ... question.
clearing his throat again: ]
... No. [ aeons, qlipoth help him. ] Not mine, other people's. The city, it seems, caters to everyone's various needs through different establishments.
[ 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?
if his sister were here, she'd be rolling on the floor in tears from laughing. serval would've found this utterly amusing, her baby brother embarrassing himself when it's usually her who digs a hole so deep even he couldn't bail her out. at this point, gepard's very tempted to pretend this conversation has never happened.
at least, until kaveh decides to turn around and start towards the establishment in question. what happened to blond bitches sticking together, kaveh??? ]
... It's, [ what did serval call it? ] A store that offers ways to unwind.
[ ...................................... that description will bite him in the ass, he's sure of it. ]
[ offer ways to unwind, he says. kaveh, a skip and a beat away, laughs: ]
Then the place must be perfect for you, right? Come, come, don't just stand there. I won't lose my walking companion, but we're just taking a short detour.
[ into the sliding doors of what looks to be a particularly gaudy place. the faint breeze that comes from air cooling, or so he's learned since arriving, drifts over him in a small, frigid eddy. kaveh allows himself to settle as he peers around the entranceway of the store, and then, feeling emboldened, steps forward to pick at what looks to be a particularly feathery scarf. he's seen this before, he thinks - on the cover of books from fontaine. never figured out what they're called, but kaveh supposes there must be all sorts who use this sort of thing to unwind.
on the other side, a rack covered with what appears to be sets of leashes. for dogs? kaveh considers this as he waits for his companion to catch up. ]
... I suppose there must've been animals here at some point. Dogs? Cats? Not that there'll be much use for this sort of thing now, I suppose.
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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?
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it's very tempting, then, to continue said diversion, but that would be even worse than serval lying to his face. he might be better at bluffing than his sister, but deflecting here would be too obvious. gepard sighs under his breath, reluctantly averting his gaze once more to the offending establishment.
the color on his cheeks remains, a faint pink. like skin exposed to the cold wind. ]
There's not wrong with it.
[ ... he can keep it at that, right? no? aeons be damned. ]
It's one of those niche stores for certain interests ...
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One of your certain interests?
1/2
[ ... the lady doth protest too much ]
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gepard tries to calm himself and find some semblance of understanding, as embarrassing as this is, that he might have phrased it in a way that's misunderstood. which is what just happened, so he really shouldn't hold it against kaveh for asking such a ... question.
clearing his throat again: ]
... No. [ aeons, qlipoth help him. ] Not mine, other people's. The city, it seems, caters to everyone's various needs through different establishments.
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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?
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if his sister were here, she'd be rolling on the floor in tears from laughing. serval would've found this utterly amusing, her baby brother embarrassing himself when it's usually her who digs a hole so deep even he couldn't bail her out. at this point, gepard's very tempted to pretend this conversation has never happened.
at least, until kaveh decides to turn around and start towards the establishment in question. what happened to blond bitches sticking together, kaveh??? ]
... It's, [ what did serval call it? ] A store that offers ways to unwind.
[ ...................................... that description will bite him in the ass, he's sure of it. ]
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Then the place must be perfect for you, right? Come, come, don't just stand there. I won't lose my walking companion, but we're just taking a short detour.
[ into the sliding doors of what looks to be a particularly gaudy place. the faint breeze that comes from air cooling, or so he's learned since arriving, drifts over him in a small, frigid eddy. kaveh allows himself to settle as he peers around the entranceway of the store, and then, feeling emboldened, steps forward to pick at what looks to be a particularly feathery scarf. he's seen this before, he thinks - on the cover of books from fontaine. never figured out what they're called, but kaveh supposes there must be all sorts who use this sort of thing to unwind.
on the other side, a rack covered with what appears to be sets of leashes. for dogs? kaveh considers this as he waits for his companion to catch up. ]
... I suppose there must've been animals here at some point. Dogs? Cats? Not that there'll be much use for this sort of thing now, I suppose.