[ It's a few days after he breaks his ankle that Kaveh finally tries to do something that isn't just sitting in his suite and ordering his toolbox and AI assistant around. In spite of its size and relative flexibility, it's still his; he knows its walls too well and feels like he's going to develop cabin fever if he's forced to stay inside any longer.
(Ironically, it could be pointed out that Kaveh has easily spent more than a few days in his suite at a time, before now. It would seem that the parable about the grass being greener on the other side could not be truer for him in this moment, then.)
Despite all the assistance he's immediately offered by basically everyone, there are a great many places in the resort that simply aren't that wheelchair friendly, and Kaveh has no interest in attempting crutches. He declines offers of assistance, but even so, his actually gold wheelchair stands out like a sore thumb as Mehrak guides him through the library doors, left foot elevated and cast in plaster.
He's halfway to a preferred corner when he sees a familiar shock of red hair, and a small smile finds his lips as he raises a hand, voice friendly—but hushed on account of where they are. ]
un: alcazarzaray
oh my god help
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in person | library, as discussed~
(Ironically, it could be pointed out that Kaveh has easily spent more than a few days in his suite at a time, before now. It would seem that the parable about the grass being greener on the other side could not be truer for him in this moment, then.)
Despite all the assistance he's immediately offered by basically everyone, there are a great many places in the resort that simply aren't that wheelchair friendly, and Kaveh has no interest in attempting crutches. He declines offers of assistance, but even so, his actually gold wheelchair stands out like a sore thumb as Mehrak guides him through the library doors, left foot elevated and cast in plaster.
He's halfway to a preferred corner when he sees a familiar shock of red hair, and a small smile finds his lips as he raises a hand, voice friendly—but hushed on account of where they are. ]
Cale. Hey.
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