Kaisel
The first thought that enters Kaisel's head when they cross the threshold into Flora's house isn't, wow, this is all so cute and befitting the Torchline Queen. No, his first thought is, "Oh my gods, you have so much shit!" and he'd agreed to help her pack and move it. Is it too late to run back to the next ship to Stormbreak?
He spins a few times in the room, each turn revealing some new tower of trinkets he hadn't seen yet, each one glinting with the danger of breaking apart if handled carelessly in a box. Just to be sure, he approaches a few, picking them up and turning them over in his hand, assessing the weight, the fragility. "What does she need all this for?" he wonders aloud, to himself, and Spice, because by now Flora's drifted upstairs. "Typical crow," he mutters, setting the bauble back on its shelf and wandering into the kitchen, icecream still an itch she'd set to his mind.
"Alright Spice," he says as he begins to open every cabinet and drawer on the hunt for bowls and spoons. "I'm thinking strawberry, but what does your excellency recommend? What is her favorite flavor?" The dishes and spoons rattle against each other as he finds some and puts them down nearby. He glances over at the dragon expectantly as he opens the freezer box next, peering down in at the options. Part of him wants to sample them all.
When she comes back downstairs, he turns at the sound of her voice, spoon in mouth with every container open behind him. He'd been taste testing, to be sure. He pops his spoon out of his mouth to call up to her, "well, I don't think I can make a promise I can't keep!" The idea of cinching himself up under something she considers that tight also doesn't sound very appealing. He grabs another spoonful of icecream.
As he turns back around, spoon in mouth, she's started to descend. His eyes widen a bit as he watches, immediately drawn to the length of leg granted by the utter lack of bottoms. It's a blink, a beat too long, and he's about to tell her she forgot to finish getting dressed. Then, her long shirt shifts and a hint of fabric underneath is shown. Ah, there they are—how are those even real shorts? Girl's clothes are so weird. It's enough to let his gaze return upwards, but he finds himself once more confused. Chaos gremlin? That definitely sounds like him. He slowly pulls the spoon down and asks with a cautious curiosity, not quite in on the joke gleaming in her seaglass eyes yet. "What would chaos gremlin entail, I just swaddle in some curtains?" Maybe she has a stretchy, large dress somewhere? If he can't fit in Enzo's clothes, he has no faith he can fit in any of hers, but they were surprising at times with what they could do.
I never thought I'd have a reason to use this photo but HERE WE ARE
He spins a few times in the room, each turn revealing some new tower of trinkets he hadn't seen yet, each one glinting with the danger of breaking apart if handled carelessly in a box. Just to be sure, he approaches a few, picking them up and turning them over in his hand, assessing the weight, the fragility. "What does she need all this for?" he wonders aloud, to himself, and Spice, because by now Flora's drifted upstairs. "Typical crow," he mutters, setting the bauble back on its shelf and wandering into the kitchen, icecream still an itch she'd set to his mind.
"Alright Spice," he says as he begins to open every cabinet and drawer on the hunt for bowls and spoons. "I'm thinking strawberry, but what does your excellency recommend? What is her favorite flavor?" The dishes and spoons rattle against each other as he finds some and puts them down nearby. He glances over at the dragon expectantly as he opens the freezer box next, peering down in at the options. Part of him wants to sample them all.
When she comes back downstairs, he turns at the sound of her voice, spoon in mouth with every container open behind him. He'd been taste testing, to be sure. He pops his spoon out of his mouth to call up to her, "well, I don't think I can make a promise I can't keep!" The idea of cinching himself up under something she considers that tight also doesn't sound very appealing. He grabs another spoonful of icecream.
As he turns back around, spoon in mouth, she's started to descend. His eyes widen a bit as he watches, immediately drawn to the length of leg granted by the utter lack of bottoms. It's a blink, a beat too long, and he's about to tell her she forgot to finish getting dressed. Then, her long shirt shifts and a hint of fabric underneath is shown. Ah, there they are—how are those even real shorts? Girl's clothes are so weird. It's enough to let his gaze return upwards, but he finds himself once more confused. Chaos gremlin? That definitely sounds like him. He slowly pulls the spoon down and asks with a cautious curiosity, not quite in on the joke gleaming in her seaglass eyes yet. "What would chaos gremlin entail, I just swaddle in some curtains?" Maybe she has a stretchy, large dress somewhere? If he can't fit in Enzo's clothes, he has no faith he can fit in any of hers, but they were surprising at times with what they could do.
I never thought I'd have a reason to use this photo but HERE WE ARE
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
