// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
"Why do you need EIGHT pillows!?" Kaisel shouts down to Flora as he descends the stairs for what feels like the 100th time already this morning. A stack of assorted pillows sway precariously in his arms, blocking his view, so he navigates slowly, his bare feet reaching out before sinking down each step. He's wearing typical Torchline beach bum attire—loose and breezy orange pants with multicolored popsicle designs on them, a matching over shirt that he left unbuttoned, and a white undershirt crumpled up somewhere on his bed because he couldn't find it earlier.
Like a stack of jenga bricks, one of the pillows from the middle threatens to go and it'd take all the rest with it, so Kaisel grabs it with all he has left, his teeth. "Thiff sheems likeh tooo mehnee." His toe smacks a box as he finally makes it down the stairs, and the pillows flop out of his arms in an explosive display as his body jerks against the subtle pain, half his face scrunching with a wince. Only the one in his mouth remains, but he spits it out like a dog when his newly cleared vision beholds Sohalia. "Hey Soh!" he trills brightly, offering her a grin as he leans down to rub the offended toe.
Like a stack of jenga bricks, one of the pillows from the middle threatens to go and it'd take all the rest with it, so Kaisel grabs it with all he has left, his teeth. "Thiff sheems likeh tooo mehnee." His toe smacks a box as he finally makes it down the stairs, and the pillows flop out of his arms in an explosive display as his body jerks against the subtle pain, half his face scrunching with a wince. Only the one in his mouth remains, but he spits it out like a dog when his newly cleared vision beholds Sohalia. "Hey Soh!" he trills brightly, offering her a grin as he leans down to rub the offended toe.
Kaisel
// When you need somebody to turn to—Nobody got you the way I do //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
