Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
Having seen the notice about the BBQ when leaving from his last mission here, Kaisel knew at once what he had to do. So donning his sandals, blue swim trunks, and his orange button-down shirt with popsicle patterns, Kaisel badgered the hell out of his cousin to come with him. "C'mon, HURRY!" Kaisel demands as they get back into Torchline, fresh from the sail over. "I don't know when it's gonna start and I'm not gonna miss it because you're too slow."
Koa needs some meat to stuff into all the places women had torn up, of that Kaisel is certain. Nothing pairs better with misery than food. Understandably Koa has some reservations, but Kaisel if nothing if not persistent, and wearing people down is one of his specialties. Besides, who can say no to this face?
Kaisel stops as they near, hands on his hips as he takes a big whiff of all the roasting and delectable meats. "Look at this spread!" he announces like someone who's discovered a land that's already lived in. Mouth practically watering, he glances back for his cousin, already deciding he's going to smash a fuckton of shrimp.
Kaisel stops as they near, hands on his hips as he takes a big whiff of all the roasting and delectable meats. "Look at this spread!" he announces like someone who's discovered a land that's already lived in. Mouth practically watering, he glances back for his cousin, already deciding he's going to smash a fuckton of shrimp.
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
