[The evidence of Kaveh's afternoon is strewn about the house as per usual. The sketches left on the dining room table that are simply motif brainstorming for the roost and notes about the cave structures before Kaveh got distracted designing better gardening systems for their veritable jungle of flowers. The shapple, asleep on a comically tiny pillow on the counter. A trail of forgotten water cups on the way into the living room, with the final, extremely cold mug of tea sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch, where Kaveh has sprawled himself across all of it, sketchbook flat on his face where he dozed off in the afternoon sunlight.
...there will almost certainly be charcoal on his face.]
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...there will almost certainly be charcoal on his face.]