Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
Kaisel spun a knife absentmindedly as he waited. Perched on a table, he swung his legs freely, twisting the knife’s hilt between his hands as fast as he could, trying to get as many spins out of it before it tipped over. After a few tries, he gave up on beating his record and let out a loud, dramatic groan. He leaned back on the table, pulling his hood lower as he stared up at the ceiling. The shoddy knife clattered to the ground as he shifted, one heel resting on the table while the other leg dangled over his knee.
"Where the fuck is he?" Kaisel grumbled, impatience gnawing at him. Koa had promised to meet him here for training. Now that Kaisel was old enough to officially join the Dragoons, he wouldn't have to be sheltered by his parents like some baby chick under a fat hen. He and Koa were going to paint the town red. They’d score so many bitches and take down every opponent back to back. Starting today.
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
