Kaisel
He'd intended to select the best flavor, or two, before she made it back down, but now he's caught. He's shameless though. "Weeeeell, yes, because technically sampling is eating." A pause, a consideration as he glances at the frost dragon then back to her. "Spice told me to."
"Hey!" he complains as she grabs his favorite flavor, which is nearly out. "Shouldn't hosts cater to their guests and leave them the best flavor of ice cream?" He wags his spoon at her as he speaks, leaning in closer as if to battle her own spoon in tiny kitchen swordplay. He's only trying to draw her attention away, a feint, so he can dive his spoon towards hers and steal the scoop for himself.
Successful or not, he leans onto the counter beside her, glancing sidelong at the cat's grin she's growing with each alteration to his absurd attire. "Let's pretend I even know what a caftan is, the sequins don't really sound like a good choice for bed." Maybe she's used to passing out in bed bedecked in shimmering fabrics and assembled gemstones, but he is not. The curtains weren't sounding so bad. "A toga sounds dignified." As close as he might get tonight anyway. Sounds like he might have to go shopping while here.
"Hey!" he complains as she grabs his favorite flavor, which is nearly out. "Shouldn't hosts cater to their guests and leave them the best flavor of ice cream?" He wags his spoon at her as he speaks, leaning in closer as if to battle her own spoon in tiny kitchen swordplay. He's only trying to draw her attention away, a feint, so he can dive his spoon towards hers and steal the scoop for himself.
Successful or not, he leans onto the counter beside her, glancing sidelong at the cat's grin she's growing with each alteration to his absurd attire. "Let's pretend I even know what a caftan is, the sequins don't really sound like a good choice for bed." Maybe she's used to passing out in bed bedecked in shimmering fabrics and assembled gemstones, but he is not. The curtains weren't sounding so bad. "A toga sounds dignified." As close as he might get tonight anyway. Sounds like he might have to go shopping while here.
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
