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[ohthehumanities]

DUONET ID: Artchitect

"You've reached Kaveh! Leave a message and I'll call you back in a--HEY, DON'T TOUCH THAT I JUST GOT IT IN THE RIGHT SP--"

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[ohthehumanities]

[There is a distant thumping noise and a muffled curse as Kaveh digs out a dish to put this bird's food in. Meanwhile, the bird continues to watch Roland's hand; when he doesn't move, it turns around and begins to waddle away with the shoe. Goodbye.]

[duskspear]

[The thumping draws Roland's gaze in Kaveh's unseen direction. Is Kaveh okay?

By the time Roland turns back around, the bird has already waddled out of his reach. Well, then. Seeing as it can't leave the suite, he stands up and watches it go lest he aggravate it further. Goodbye, bird and shoe.]

[ohthehumanities]

[Kaveh is never okay.

But, as if in a comedy skit, Kaveh rounds the corner just as the bird vanishes from sight, a bowl of food in his hand.]

This should do it--where did it go?!

[duskspear]

[One day, Kaveh will be a little okay.]

To whence it came, I imagine. Is it your room?

[He would propose going after it, but if it's someone's bedchamber . . . ]

[ohthehumanities]

Oh, no--

[HE DASHES OFF TOWARDS HIS ROOM. Roland is free to follow if he likes, but even if he doesn't, he'll be able to hear Kaveh's voice.]

Get out from under there, you little--!

[duskspear]

[Was he wrong? Is the bird not meant to be in Kaveh's room?

Roland follows after Kaveh, but peers in from the doorway without entering or looking too much. Where is "under"? Are Kaveh and the bird going to be all right? There's never a dull day around here.]

Kaveh . . . ?

[ohthehumanities]

[THERE TRULY IS NEVER A DULL DAY. When Roland follows, he'll find Kaveh on his stomach on the floor, stretching an arm out under the bed. The floor is littered with papers, pieces of wood, but it looks like a kind of "organized chaos" deal rather than a haphazard mess.]

Give me that--!

[Under the bed, the bird shrieks maniacally. It's definitely laughing at him.]

[duskspear]

[He doesn't look much, nor does he try to; still, it's hard not to notice the organized chaos. Shocking as the sight is, though, perhaps it suits Kaveh.

However, Roland is not so sure that the bird is suited for Kaveh. He takes a step closer without entering.]

Can I help?

[ohthehumanities]

[Listen... it's a love-hate relationship. Kaveh does best when he is surrounded by people and animals that drive him insane, probably.



Anyway he bumps his head as he crawls back out from under the bed, cursing.]

Ugh... you can try, if you want. Just be careful, I can't predict who he'll bite.

[duskspear]

[Kaveh, no.

Taking that as an invitation to come inside, Roland strides over to kneel down beside the bed. He bends at the waist to peer under it and sight the bird first. Hopefully it doesn't charge and peck his eyes out.]

[ohthehumanities]

[Kaveh yes.

The bird does not peck his eyes out! But it does cackle at him. It's basically this. Help.]

[duskspear]

[Help.

Roland is not sure if he's ever heard a bird make the sounds he's hearing now in his entire life before this moment. He blinks, mesmerized and taken aback at once. Then he slowly sticks a hand under the bed and extends his arm, reaching with his palm out.]

It's all right. We simply wish for you to be out here and not under the bed. Won't you come out?

[ohthehumanities]

[Wipes my tears. Birds are maniacs.

Fortunately, this one doesn't bite Roland; but it does just. Spin in a circle and make more weird noises. Okay. Maybe it's playing?]

[duskspear]

[This bird is special.

Roland pulls back to look up at Kaveh.]

It seems to be playing.

[And enjoying itself, at that. Because of that, he climbs back onto his feet to leave it be, still without the other half of his pair of shoes.]

[ohthehumanities]

[ROLAND NO]

But it's got your shoe!

[duskspear]

[Yes!]

It's just a shoe. I will buy another pair and wear those for the time being, and retrieve this one once your bird tires of it.

[ohthehumanities]

What--no, oh my god, don't do that! [PLEASE. The bird cackles again, distantly. Maybe it's found a portal.] At least let me pay for it, since this is my fault anyway.

[duskspear]

[Nay, he will do that. The cackling tells him he has no other choice.]

Nonsense. I am merely letting the bird borrow what's mine. [Though a large part of him wouldn't be surprised if he never gets it back . . . ] And I've the money to spare.

[ohthehumanities]

[EURGHGHGH...]

Fine, but at least let me make it up to you some other way. And I'll bring you your shoe as soon as I can get my hands on it.

[duskspear]

[He suspects they'll end up arguing in a circle if he keeps on insisting otherwise, so he concedes to the offer with a nod.]

Thank you, and apologies for the trouble. [He gives the bed one last glance.] Then I shall leave you to your project.