Kaisel
A muffled groan of displeasure escapes Kaisel as his body squirms away from the sudden chill that sweeps across his back. His face crumples into a frown, but he doesn't rouse fully, not until the second blast layers upon the last. He whips away from the discomfort with an aggressive jolt, rolling off the edge of the unfamiliar bed with a thump just as his eyes burst open. "What the fuck?" he demands with a snarl as he twists among the sheet on the ground, arm wrenched behind his back in an attempt to brush away the offending cold. The twisting motion sets a prickle against his thigh and he flinches away from it with a yelp, startled more than in pain. The previously cloud-soft fabric Frey had crafted for him had hardened overnight in one region, the aftermath of dreams too exquisite to be contained to mind alone. Kaisel jams a hand against the stiffness prodding against the sensitive skin on his inner thigh, hissing through his teeth as he sits upright and finally spies Spice lurking and trilling far too cheerfully for his liking right now.
"FLOOOOOOOOORAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The calm and quiet that had found a foothold in the house overnight splinters under his rude awakening, his outrage vibrating in his jaw as the shout finished. Well, fuck, now what is he actually going to wear? Might have to shuffle around in bed sheets like some modern day mummy. It's then he notices the neatly arranged clothes, and while it only marginally curbs his annoyance in the moment, he grabs them and huffs his way into the bathroom.
It's not long before he's freshened up and changed, a scowl all that remained from earlier. He tosses the ruined god garment in his room and glances around for the blonde devil and her little dragon as he makes his way for the stairs. So much for sleeping in and pancakes, it'll be payback and schemes instead.
"FLOOOOOOOOORAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The calm and quiet that had found a foothold in the house overnight splinters under his rude awakening, his outrage vibrating in his jaw as the shout finished. Well, fuck, now what is he actually going to wear? Might have to shuffle around in bed sheets like some modern day mummy. It's then he notices the neatly arranged clothes, and while it only marginally curbs his annoyance in the moment, he grabs them and huffs his way into the bathroom.
It's not long before he's freshened up and changed, a scowl all that remained from earlier. He tosses the ruined god garment in his room and glances around for the blonde devil and her little dragon as he makes his way for the stairs. So much for sleeping in and pancakes, it'll be payback and schemes instead.
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
