Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
"Didn't saaaaay I wouldn't love yooooou still," he interjects with a sing-song disagreement, throwing the words back to her without looking. "Just saying I wouldn't help your wrinkly ass sunscreen then." What'd be the point by then really. "Also—pretty sure they make potato chips addicting on purpose. I actually wasn't hungry!" Doesn't matter how small the issue, Kaisel will argue his point until everyone's dead on the hill. Only Flora's threats of continued tickles got him to stop earlier, and that uneven edge he'd never quite heard in her voice before when his compliments came on too strong.
As she shoves against him he goes limp, rolling to the side in a jackknife position, like a sardine that had just flopped onboard. He's grinning though, the stretch of it making his eyes squint. "No one can get this ass under control sadly," he bemoans, as if it's the greatest hardship of his life thus far to attempt such. He rolls over more onto his back, shifting his shoulders a bit to get more comfortable, as he slaps some sunscreen on his palms and rubs it into the top of himself.
"I dunno what to tell you," he sighs dramatically. He opens his mouth as if to say more, but seems to think better of it and instead focuses on the application of super important sun protection to his legs. He doesn't really know how to tell her he isn't leaving until she's okay, because this little trip to her boat to check in on her, it told him she definitely is not.
As she shoves against him he goes limp, rolling to the side in a jackknife position, like a sardine that had just flopped onboard. He's grinning though, the stretch of it making his eyes squint. "No one can get this ass under control sadly," he bemoans, as if it's the greatest hardship of his life thus far to attempt such. He rolls over more onto his back, shifting his shoulders a bit to get more comfortable, as he slaps some sunscreen on his palms and rubs it into the top of himself.
"I dunno what to tell you," he sighs dramatically. He opens his mouth as if to say more, but seems to think better of it and instead focuses on the application of super important sun protection to his legs. He doesn't really know how to tell her he isn't leaving until she's okay, because this little trip to her boat to check in on her, it told him she definitely is not.
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
