moment of birth.

kaveh anxiously purses his lips, eyebrows knitting together when he's stopped by the blonde stranger in the street. ‘ i'd like to sketch you, ’ they ask him, but the architect is a little skeptical, to say the least. after all, things like this always ended up being some sort of scam. in fact, kaveh is certain that rumors of his naïveté have already spread as far as the edge of the desert, leading him to remain a little cautious regardless if they are in public, or the light of day. “ sure ... and as soon as it's done i'll have to pay, right? ” the architect says, folding his arms over his chest, “ well, you're out of luck. i have no mora to my name. ”

" ... no? i just find you beautiful. i'd like to challenge myself to capture that. " how blunt! albedo shakes their head. " would you prefer to be compensated for your time? "

happy (late) birthday albedo!