the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
Kaisel bursts through the door with a loud "FLOOOOO-ROOOOOOO" of greeting. As noon abruptly slips to dusk he slides his shades into his hair, glancing around for the woman of the hour. He had to stop by and raid her house first, her actual house not the floating one, because he decided that she has too much shit already so the last thing she needs is a tangible gift. What he could do though is gift her with his presence (the best gift of all), and honor her by going as her.
He found a pair of his old jeans and after some knife work turned them into skimpy jorts, though they might not pass her standards since they still cover almost all of his ass cheeks, which is assuredly too long to suit her style but it's as close as he's going to get. He purchased a blonde wig on his way into Torchline, which currently sits a tad askew beneath his sunglasses, and will likely make its way off his head before the night is over because it's hot. From her wardrobe, pilfered as it is, he found a sequined bikini top that seemed to have very minimal fabric and far too many straps. It covered his nipples, which is all he needs, but the rest looks like a lattice work of ties around his arms and neck and somehow there's a loose strand trailing after him as he moves, unbound despite the over-tying elsewhere. He's still got his own sandals on though, because heels felt like a busted lip waiting to happen, sorry Flora.
He spots Flora among the crowd and strides towards her with outstretched arms and a beaming smile. He moves to sweep her up into a bear hug, to spin her around once with a laugh and then set her free. This night is to celebrate even if the truth of it is much bleaker. Over the corner of her shoulder a flash of gold behind the bar catches his eye as Calypso works. Kaisel knows he can't soak up all of Flora's time tonight, and grabbing a drink is definitely high on his list next.
He found a pair of his old jeans and after some knife work turned them into skimpy jorts, though they might not pass her standards since they still cover almost all of his ass cheeks, which is assuredly too long to suit her style but it's as close as he's going to get. He purchased a blonde wig on his way into Torchline, which currently sits a tad askew beneath his sunglasses, and will likely make its way off his head before the night is over because it's hot. From her wardrobe, pilfered as it is, he found a sequined bikini top that seemed to have very minimal fabric and far too many straps. It covered his nipples, which is all he needs, but the rest looks like a lattice work of ties around his arms and neck and somehow there's a loose strand trailing after him as he moves, unbound despite the over-tying elsewhere. He's still got his own sandals on though, because heels felt like a busted lip waiting to happen, sorry Flora.
He spots Flora among the crowd and strides towards her with outstretched arms and a beaming smile. He moves to sweep her up into a bear hug, to spin her around once with a laugh and then set her free. This night is to celebrate even if the truth of it is much bleaker. Over the corner of her shoulder a flash of gold behind the bar catches his eye as Calypso works. Kaisel knows he can't soak up all of Flora's time tonight, and grabbing a drink is definitely high on his list next.
Kaisel
everybody come hang, let's go out with a bang
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
