Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
His smirk deepens as Melita joins in, an he does rather think this is a dangerous friendship forming after all. Koa seems less thrilled, more annoyed, which only punctuates Kaisel's satisfaction further. Except then he whips out his commander voice, and Kaisel does dampen slightly, wondering if he's gone too far after all. Pushing his cousin here had already been enough, perhaps he should be satisfied with that and not stretch the antics further. Who knows, maybe that shirt really meant a lot to him.
Except, damn—did he really have to say junior Dragoon?
"Sor—" he almost says, but then Koa's tune is changing, and Kaisel fucking fell for it like a dumb nice stupid considerate idiot. Beans spray against his face so suddenly he flinches, the apology withering instantly on his lips into a deadpan stare. Thankfully Noe gets Koa right back, and it is rather unfair that it's 3 on 1 over here. Grinning, which a bean sinks into his mouth during that momentarily distracts him, Kaisel picks up one of his uneaten sausages. It wriggles in his grip with such threat as his swings his gaze across the party, eyes wicked.
"FOOOOOOOOOD FIIIIIIIIIGHT!" he suddenly hollers, the tube of meat flung towards Sunjata with poor accuracy as Kaisel then scurries to duck behind a nearby table, plate of various foods held near his chest as precious ammunition. He pops up to fling a shrimp into the general fray of the party before ducking back down with an impossible to contain laugh.
Except, damn—did he really have to say junior Dragoon?
"Sor—" he almost says, but then Koa's tune is changing, and Kaisel fucking fell for it like a dumb nice stupid considerate idiot. Beans spray against his face so suddenly he flinches, the apology withering instantly on his lips into a deadpan stare. Thankfully Noe gets Koa right back, and it is rather unfair that it's 3 on 1 over here. Grinning, which a bean sinks into his mouth during that momentarily distracts him, Kaisel picks up one of his uneaten sausages. It wriggles in his grip with such threat as his swings his gaze across the party, eyes wicked.
"FOOOOOOOOOD FIIIIIIIIIGHT!" he suddenly hollers, the tube of meat flung towards Sunjata with poor accuracy as Kaisel then scurries to duck behind a nearby table, plate of various foods held near his chest as precious ammunition. He pops up to fling a shrimp into the general fray of the party before ducking back down with an impossible to contain laugh.
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
