Kaisel
Smug with success, Kaisel should know better than to let the taste of victory linger too long in Flora's company. She is one who does more than get even. Traction vanishes underfoot as ice sends him sliding. His legs yawn apart in the threat of a split, which is terrifying, and Kaisel flails and leans over to brace himself with his fingertips. No better than a fawn on fresh legs, Kaisel stutter steps off the slicked dock, grumbling as Flora prances by with all the cheer of a serial killer at a nursery.
He huffs out a breath as he picks the jog back up behind her, his legs complaining after the brief taste of a stop. Flora's carrot and stick dangling in front of him is a motivator though, and he pushes through the burn, mind set on the in and out of his breath as he presses to catch back up to her side. He throws a soft elbow to her by way of greeting. "Forget pancakes," he pants, "I think a pool is the only thing that sounds good now," His forehead drips with sweat that's continued to color his shirt shades darker. The exertion and the continuous heat has done it's toll on him.
He huffs out a breath as he picks the jog back up behind her, his legs complaining after the brief taste of a stop. Flora's carrot and stick dangling in front of him is a motivator though, and he pushes through the burn, mind set on the in and out of his breath as he presses to catch back up to her side. He throws a soft elbow to her by way of greeting. "Forget pancakes," he pants, "I think a pool is the only thing that sounds good now," His forehead drips with sweat that's continued to color his shirt shades darker. The exertion and the continuous heat has done it's toll on 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
