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[noarchitact]

[ kaveh has 0 clue what he's doing so he is going to mash buttons. ]

...mm. [ except that as soon as the conversation gets a little heavy he stops. his thoughts start to wander, so he averts his eyes. ] I don't know what to do sometimes. I could simply... not care, and make something I'm unhappy with, so my client pays me, but I don't want to do that. I'm an architect, and anybody could design a building that's no more than four walls and a roof. It's just a shame that most people don't want to take a risk! I get it, but it's also both disappointing and disheartening...

Oh? Like what?

[leonheartedly]

[it's half-button mashing from Tyr, but he is paying more attention to Fantasia than the game]

Are there consequences if you were to do what you wanted? Because you should do what makes you happy, not - what makes you miserable.

[tap tap tap at the buttons]

There's something called a strobe light, that's what it's made to do - flash a light. Some flashlights come with a setting that'll do that, too.

[noarchitact]

... [ kaveh stops mashing the buttons and thinks for a moment, because, back home, his reputation mattered, but here... it's different. ] I can't do what makes me happy. [ he gives hims a weak smile, one that fades away almost instantly. ] I can't live in poverty. I mean, [ a self-depreciating laugh. ] that's basically where I'm at anyway. I live with my roommate, and I'm barely able to pay him for rent most of the time. And what makes it worse is I can't let anybody know. I have a reputation to uphold as the Akademiya's Light of Kshahrewar.

I'll have to look into that too. A... strobe light. There are a lot of fascinating things from your world. It sounds nothing like Teyvat.

[leonheartedly]

There's nothing saying you can't do both - what you need to make a living and the projects you want to do. Right? [wryly] Besides having money to do it. You can't talk to your roommate? Or anyone?

[a hum of agreement]

It'd be nice to get some of those things here to help you out - or at least the pieces to make them.

[noarchitact]

...yeah, and it's easier said than done. I do talk to my roommate, but I don't want to have to stay with him forever. [ he has friends, but there's only so much complaining he feels comfortable doing in front of them. they've heard it all before, and at least a dozen times over at this point. ]

Maybe we can do that with the stuff in one of these machines.

[leonheartedly]

I know. You could always try to start planning something here . . . I'm sure there's plenty of others who could offer better advice than me. That way when you go back, you've got some idea of what you can do.

It's possible. I know there's bulbs in these things but I think they're weaker, they wouldn't be able to handle a brighter flash . . . [he trails off, thoughtful]

[noarchitact]

...mm, but that's something for another time. I'm not interested in doing much thinking today. I'll ask Red about those flash bangs though, and a dim light for the path wouldn't be so bad as long as it helps illuminate things just a bit. [ he waves his hand, taking his mug and sipping at the wine again. ] ...as good as this is I really wish we had something harder.

[leonheartedly]

Mmm, when you feel like thinking again let me know if there's any way I can help. [he snorts, glancing down at his own mug],/small> I know what you mean. Doesn't exactly work fast enough, right.

[noarchitact]

I'll be sure to pester you when I want to go ahead with my plans. [ he shakes his head. ] No, it doesn't, and I'm more interested in getting drunk than I am enjoying the drink, if that makes sense. [ he slumps against the machine. ] I just want to forget these past couple of days.

[leonheartedly]

I offered, so it's not pestering.

[he glances over to give Kaveh a wry look] You mean people drink to enjoy it? News to me. But I know what you mean - and I know it's been rougher for you.

[noarchitact]

I think most people drink 'sociably'. [ and for fun. ] I can enjoy it... but I have the ulterior motive of getting drunk, so I can just... well, you seem to know. [ so he can avoid thinking about how much of a shit show things have become. ] I guess I'm just going to have to see how many mugs of wine it takes. It'll be good to know, if nothing else.

[leonheartedly]

Heh, I do know. Unfortunately. [speaking of, he's going to get a little more. And also tease] Am I gonna have to carry you back to Bluebell after this?

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[noarchitact]

[noarchitact]

[noarchitact]

Would you carry me back?

[leonheartedly]

If I have to.

[noarchitact]

I think you're going to have to. [ especially since he's going to refill his mug again. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he looks Fantasia up and down, assessing.

Then drinks like half of his mug, grinning after]

Piece of cake.

[noarchitact]

Oh? You think you could do it no problem?

[leonheartedly]

I know I can do it, easily.

[noarchitact]

Prove it.

[leonheartedly]

. . . [putting the mug down]

Put down your drink.

[noarchitact]

[ setting his mug down… once he’s finished his drink. he’s finally starting to feel tipsy, so clearly this is the perfect time for this. ] Let’s see what you’ve got.

[leonheartedly]

[as soon as the mug is set down, Tyr steps closer and just - scoops Fantasia up bridal style with almost no effort]

Proof enough?

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[noarchitact]