C-4, I do that damage—My ego is titanic
Well, that is definitely not enlightening. Jack is as forthcoming as a whore in church. "Loose lips sink ships, hmm?" Kaisel jokes, one hand reaching up to ruffle his hair at the back of his neck. Alright, if he's pious in private, perhaps there's a better subject to get him singing a bit more. "Yanno," he begins, casual, innocent. Admittedly, Kaisel is not built for subterfuge. Too loud, too honest, too focused on the now and not the later. Still, a man can try.
"I actually think I know you." His grin is punctuated with a short, disbelieving laugh. The kind that isn't really because something's funny at all. "Yeah," he says, two fingers extended and shaken towards Jack, head tilted towards them, like lining up some sights. "You're the one Flora's mentioned, I think. The one that's kinda old, so he has a hard time getting it up. That's you, right?"
"I actually think I know you." His grin is punctuated with a short, disbelieving laugh. The kind that isn't really because something's funny at all. "Yeah," he says, two fingers extended and shaken towards Jack, head tilted towards them, like lining up some sights. "You're the one Flora's mentioned, I think. The one that's kinda old, so he has a hard time getting it up. That's you, right?"
Kaisel
I woke up in self-destruction mode—Watch me go, I'ma do it again
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
