KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
Whoever thought granting Flora a pilot's license was a good idea was surely insane. Oh wait, it was Flora's idea wasn't it? Checks out. "Good, then you can visit Stormbreak more often," he offered, the words heavy with the agreement that he would definitely come see her new boat.
"Oh, right, salt water is well known to reduce itching," he huffed in response, though it quickly morphed to something a bit more devious. "I can definitely get behind optional clothes though." Torchline also had a nice way of giving everyone a lovely crispy shade to their skin, that he held a fondness for. A brief stint here didn't sound so bad when she framed it like that.
He arched a 'brow at her emphasis on sleepover. "What, you were only going to loan me the room for the day?" Then she was mussing up his hair, and he gave a complaining "Hey!" and ducked out from under the attack, one eye squinted shut as he recovered with a laugh. He ran his hands through his hair to reset it, tempted to return the favor, but he wasn't sure he'd be alive afterwards if he tried to mess up her hair. "Oooh I want strawberry," he hummed, the taste a dream on his tongue. It scattered as she nudged him, and he elbowed her in turn. "Yeah yeah, you accidentally burn something once and never live it down. Now move your ass I'm craving ice cream now." She'd have to lead the way, he was lucky he'd even managed to make it here in one piece with all his worldly travels and excellent sense of directions.
"Oh, right, salt water is well known to reduce itching," he huffed in response, though it quickly morphed to something a bit more devious. "I can definitely get behind optional clothes though." Torchline also had a nice way of giving everyone a lovely crispy shade to their skin, that he held a fondness for. A brief stint here didn't sound so bad when she framed it like that.
He arched a 'brow at her emphasis on sleepover. "What, you were only going to loan me the room for the day?" Then she was mussing up his hair, and he gave a complaining "Hey!" and ducked out from under the attack, one eye squinted shut as he recovered with a laugh. He ran his hands through his hair to reset it, tempted to return the favor, but he wasn't sure he'd be alive afterwards if he tried to mess up her hair. "Oooh I want strawberry," he hummed, the taste a dream on his tongue. It scattered as she nudged him, and he elbowed her in turn. "Yeah yeah, you accidentally burn something once and never live it down. Now move your ass I'm craving ice cream now." She'd have to lead the way, he was lucky he'd even managed to make it here in one piece with all his worldly travels and excellent sense of directions.
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
