[ as soon as the towel is removed kaveh is leaning in... only to come face to face with that. he jumps back, sputtering some nonsense as his expression twists into what's probably the most offended he's ever been. ] ...you're joking, right, I wouldn't be caught dead decorating my room with, with that. [ he sets a hand to it and tries to push it away, because it's too ugly to be this close and its mere existence is slowly killing him. ]

Why on Teyvat would you think I would want that in my room? Or in this apartment? And who made that, they have dismal artistry and, sure, follow your dreams and all that, but now when this is the result...