Kaisel
Spice's cool caress is a welcome respite to the heat that is creeping in with each golden minute that passes. Kaisel's temple has begun to glisten with a natural shine to match Flora's, and he suspects this will be the coolest part of the day. It isn't even Longheat. Insufferable.
Kaisel leans into some warm ups of his own as he pulls his shoulders back and stretches through his chest, rolling down to touch his toes afterwards. His heels tilt into the floor as he leans further forward on the counter, and he finishes by grabbing each leg and pulling it behind him one at a time until his thigh burns. He straightens as she addresses him, a twist of a smile forming at her supplied orders. "Ma'am, yes ma'am." He salutes back in turn, though his hand whips down at her hip bump, reaching out to gently shove at her shoulder before she's out of reach.
Hot on her heels, he lurches forward into a run before he's even passed the threshold of her doorway, sticking his tongue out at her as he passes into the outdoor path. "Hope you like the taste of my dust," he taunts as he goes, unable to keep back the competitive bite. Keeping his mouth shut had been a great idea, but much easier said than done for him.
Kaisel leans into some warm ups of his own as he pulls his shoulders back and stretches through his chest, rolling down to touch his toes afterwards. His heels tilt into the floor as he leans further forward on the counter, and he finishes by grabbing each leg and pulling it behind him one at a time until his thigh burns. He straightens as she addresses him, a twist of a smile forming at her supplied orders. "Ma'am, yes ma'am." He salutes back in turn, though his hand whips down at her hip bump, reaching out to gently shove at her shoulder before she's out of reach.
Hot on her heels, he lurches forward into a run before he's even passed the threshold of her doorway, sticking his tongue out at her as he passes into the outdoor path. "Hope you like the taste of my dust," he taunts as he goes, unable to keep back the competitive bite. Keeping his mouth shut had been a great idea, but much easier said than done for him.
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
