Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
"Wow, harsh judge," he complains as he passes her the bottle. Thank gods she doesn't ask him to attend to the front of her body in the same manner, he's entirely certain everything would become harmful if he had to let his fingers linger anywhere near her chest, or the arch of her hips rising up from her shorts. Though, there's perhaps the slightest flicker of disappointment in his eyes as she turns towards him and he's granted a tease of what he might have had.
"I expect a 10/10" he says with a pointed wag of his finger. He turns away from her, one lingering glance offered to her sea-green eyes before offering up his back to her work. He's trusting that she hasn't gotten more ideas from the star brand and won't let the sun bake in a dick design like a summer tramp stamp. "Alright, do your worst," he says, bracing for the cold application of her hands and the sunscreen.
"I expect a 10/10" he says with a pointed wag of his finger. He turns away from her, one lingering glance offered to her sea-green eyes before offering up his back to her work. He's trusting that she hasn't gotten more ideas from the star brand and won't let the sun bake in a dick design like a summer tramp stamp. "Alright, do your worst," he says, bracing for the cold application of her hands and the sunscreen.
It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on the floor
It's just your shadow on the floor
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
