[It seems Kaveh's little vacation is only getting more strange. This morning he woke up feeling so odd and then several things hit the floor when he caught his own reflection in the mirror - freshly sporting a pair of desert fox ears. (The tail discovery came later.) Kaveh likes desert foxes just fine, but he's never really wished or needed to be one.

It doesn't take him long to learn just how sensitive their giant ears really are, either. Unless or until he finds a way to muffle some of the sound, Kaveh goes around the hotel a little skittishly, with his hands alternately covering his human ears and his vulpine ones.

Approach?

He'll flinch away preemptively and lift his shoulders, as if he wanted to disappear into his shell like a turtle. (He's absolutely certain he should not think too hard about turtles. Just in case.)]

Not so loud, okay?

[It'll be a few days before Kaveh gets used to so much hearing all the time. He looks like he hasn't slept that well - if there's a way to request some sort of soundproof room adjustment, he hasn't found it. Mehrak is following along behind him, airborne, though his hands aren't busy covering his ears nearly as much now.

At least the lifts are working.

He finds himself in the main lounge without too many other people around, for a change. Kaveh sits down, letting out a quick and heavy sigh. A plate of cookies in animal shapes sits on the little table beside him.]

This has to be someone's bad joke. [He's not talking to anyone in particular; Mehrak beeps softly in response all the same. Kaveh picks up a lovely bird-shaped cookie and takes a bite. It's not bad. Not too sweet, not overbaked. For one terrible second it makes him want desperately to go home?

And then a beautiful bird is perched on the back of the chair, in Kaveh's place. The bird blinks several times - the floaty box behind it emitting a relentless stream of shrill beeping sounds - and flaps its wings.

And for the rest of the day, Kaveh swoops around the lounge and any floor he can manage to get a lift ride to. He's not the most coordinated at flight, so expect to be divebombed - accidentally, of course.]

[For anything else your heart may desire?]