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A loft? Like- for a bed? Or.

[this is the only thing he's retaining right now sorry he's stuck on 'are you implying i should fuck at work']

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[ kaveh blinks at netzach owlishly. ]

There's already one, though. The hanging one, I mean. That counts, doesn't it?

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Well, yeah, but that's... different.

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Wait. What's the difference between a bed in the loft and the hanging one?

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I mean, it just... it just is. You and Alhaitham sit on that one too.

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And we... wouldn't sit on the loft one? Why?

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...nothing. Don't worry about it.

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Netzach, I'm worrying.

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I won't do anything at the studio!

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Why would that be a wo-

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Oh.

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Look, you were talking about putting the loft in because of Midnight being a distraction...

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I only meant for him to watch! Sort of like... you know. An observation deck for when you're doing large-scale logging, or if you've a foundational class with three hundred students and you want to brag to visiting scholars.

[ kaveh buries his face into his arms. ] Please don't do anything at the studio, Netzach, there's sawdust everywhere. I put in a fire-prevention spray last month!

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I'm not going to! I never have, either...

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I don't know if making an observation space is a good idea if you wanna ban Midnight from trying.

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If he values having a third appendage between his legs, then he will not.

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If he can hold off at his own club, I think he's gonna manage.

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Then the loft will contain him. [ darkly. and then, a solid beat later: ] But Yesod is always welcome.

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Did he ever tell you his assigned floor was tech? Maybe he could help out sometime.

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Ah, he hasn't. But I'd be glad for it, another pair of helping hands. I've been trying to figure out the mystery of the combustion engine for the last few months, but there is a lack of reference materials and hardly any parts to work with. [ kaveh's fingers flit back over his page. he begins to draw. ] How would they get it to contain itself into the limited space inside a car? It's absurdly efficient. I need to know how they made it happen.

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Something to do with... chemical reactions. Fireproof materials, probably. Think Yesod would know.

[he is tipsy and cars aren't his thing, but he's watching kaveh draw, looking so fond. this is what kaveh does drunk? he starts thinking about combustion engines and schematics and how to make things work?? god. he's so fucking smart. netzach loves him.]

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[ kaveh, for whom yet another schematic for a possible combustion engine mock-up is taking shape beneath his pen, lolls his head against the table. ]

I'll need to ask him, then. I'll have to remember to do so. There's always so much to get done; truly, I'm quite grateful that you are a part of this, Netzach.

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...m'grateful I met you, Kaveh.

[it's not good enough to say he's grateful kaveh took him on at the studio, or that they're friends. it all comes back to that, doesn't it? that they got to meet at all.]

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[ kaveh's pen stills. his gaze sweeps back to netzach. netzach's eyes are gold, kaveh thinks. there is nothing truer than gold. ]

... as am I, Netzach. As am I.

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Told you I love you, right? I think I did...

[netzach go home. you're drunk.]

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You did. [ kaveh is flushed with love. ] I love you too. Do you know? I hope you know.

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[kaveh is busy drawing; netzach steals one of his hands anyway, in a fumbling gesture.]

Yeah. I know.

It's okay that it's like this, right?