#//if this doesn't work lmk and i will rewrite it or write u smth else

[dvarapala]

@calithal stepped through the door

"shere khan is in the back." asleep, udyati assumes. she's front of house today, as she is most days. shere khan's pawn-shop smells, as it always does, of spices. spices and old things. "are you back to bite me, bakru?" there is fondness in her voice. a gentle type of warmth that does not belong on the isle, much like she herself does not. (thank carlos for that. his invention made it possible; a brief hole in the barrier, an opened door, now slammed shut forever.) "or is this not a social call?"