Kaisel
She catches up with him quickly. Too quickly. His hope had been to have the head start at least for the first section of the dock lap, which is about when he expects his stamina will began to wane, while hers undoubtedly will remain steady. He glances sidelong at her, his pace stepping it up slightly to stay on tempo with her, the rhythm synchronizing. It's nice, the moment when they're in harmony, their ftsteps like a hum of rainfall.
"What!?" he scoffs then, his stride jarring, off-beat now as he sinks a bit behind. "Girl," he tsks, "I know you're fabulous but the entire world doesn't stare at your ass." Of course now it takes everything in him not to look at it, psychology doing a real number on him. Kaisel is definitely not above openly gawking at passing hotties, but Flora is strictly a nottie. Last night—no. He did not want to think about last night, not the portions that threatened that label for her. Not the spoon in her mouth, not the mile of legs wearing a nearly pointless pair of shorts, and definitely not the low-light coasting over the slope of her naval as she sought release. He's only going to focus on winning (hah), pancakes, and how exactly to tell Koa that he needs to be the next one to sleepover, and to not let her go to her room alone when he does.
He doesn't notice the way she pulls ahead, as he's pointedly looking everywhere except at her backside. There's a point when the bounce of her hair catches the light though, and he sees from the corner of his eye just how much ground she's putting between them. He sets his teeth together and kicks out deeper with his legs, swooping the space back up at the expense of an unmaintainable speed. He keeps his mind on his breathing, knowing that like most forms of training he does, it's a key to the success of pushing through walls his body builds up for him.
As he nears her, he skips a beat, quickly double stepping to hit a particular stride. Just as her nearest heel comes down, he strikes out with his toe to give her a flat tire. "Oops," he mutters as he powers forward, sweat beginning to drench sections of his shirt from the extra burst he just expended to pull this off. He'll pay for it later, but it's too sweet to resist now.
"What!?" he scoffs then, his stride jarring, off-beat now as he sinks a bit behind. "Girl," he tsks, "I know you're fabulous but the entire world doesn't stare at your ass." Of course now it takes everything in him not to look at it, psychology doing a real number on him. Kaisel is definitely not above openly gawking at passing hotties, but Flora is strictly a nottie. Last night—no. He did not want to think about last night, not the portions that threatened that label for her. Not the spoon in her mouth, not the mile of legs wearing a nearly pointless pair of shorts, and definitely not the low-light coasting over the slope of her naval as she sought release. He's only going to focus on winning (hah), pancakes, and how exactly to tell Koa that he needs to be the next one to sleepover, and to not let her go to her room alone when he does.
He doesn't notice the way she pulls ahead, as he's pointedly looking everywhere except at her backside. There's a point when the bounce of her hair catches the light though, and he sees from the corner of his eye just how much ground she's putting between them. He sets his teeth together and kicks out deeper with his legs, swooping the space back up at the expense of an unmaintainable speed. He keeps his mind on his breathing, knowing that like most forms of training he does, it's a key to the success of pushing through walls his body builds up for him.
As he nears her, he skips a beat, quickly double stepping to hit a particular stride. Just as her nearest heel comes down, he strikes out with his toe to give her a flat tire. "Oops," he mutters as he powers forward, sweat beginning to drench sections of his shirt from the extra burst he just expended to pull this off. He'll pay for it later, but it's too sweet to resist now.
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
