KAISEL
So, you wanna start a war?
Bang, shots fired
Bang, shots fired
Koa's squeeze feels real enough, doesn't just pass through like Kaisel's arm is made of only ectoplasm and memories, and doesn't feel numb like the motions of a dream. The world settles a bit more firmly with that realization, like gravity finally just turned back on and every scattered thought billows back against him, raw and chaotic and alive. He tilts his head back and laughs, the sound unprompted and maniacal in volume and length.
Gods, he's alive!
"Oooooooh—fuuuuuuck," he breaths, humor fading into subtle shoulder shakes and choppy exhales, but the smile is still plastered on his face, long and stupid and acutely smug. "Guess I have you to thank." He tilts his head back up to behold his amazing, lifesaving, kickass cousin. He reaches out and grasps both sides of Koa's face, holding him locked in a serious stare for a moment, features drawn neutral. "Gods I could kiss you right now bro. My ass was grass back there." He opts instead for an affectionate cheek pat before hanging his arms back over the side of the fountain, like this is a casual jacuzzi hang out now.
Here's the thing about Kaisel. If he has tea, he's spilling it. He's too animated of a talker to keep cups within reach of his swinging hands and yapping mouth. Don't tell him any secrets, he won't keep 'em. Don't trust him with tact, he'll blow shit up given the first opportunity.
"You ever meet Jack before?" Kaisel asks casually as he ruffles his fingers through his hair and tries to put it all back right, despite the toasted edges. "I don't recommend it if you haven't. Guy packs a punch without even using his hands," Kaisel arches a 'brow and sets a glance at Koa that seems to imply, kinda like you, though it's not the same. "I was trying to egg him on, get him to admit he's a piece of shit so I could sock him, but he roasted me before I even knew what he was doing. Cool as a cucumber the whole time. Annoying as hell to be honest." Flora had neglected to mention those things about Jack.
Gods, he's alive!
"Oooooooh—fuuuuuuck," he breaths, humor fading into subtle shoulder shakes and choppy exhales, but the smile is still plastered on his face, long and stupid and acutely smug. "Guess I have you to thank." He tilts his head back up to behold his amazing, lifesaving, kickass cousin. He reaches out and grasps both sides of Koa's face, holding him locked in a serious stare for a moment, features drawn neutral. "Gods I could kiss you right now bro. My ass was grass back there." He opts instead for an affectionate cheek pat before hanging his arms back over the side of the fountain, like this is a casual jacuzzi hang out now.
Here's the thing about Kaisel. If he has tea, he's spilling it. He's too animated of a talker to keep cups within reach of his swinging hands and yapping mouth. Don't tell him any secrets, he won't keep 'em. Don't trust him with tact, he'll blow shit up given the first opportunity.
"You ever meet Jack before?" Kaisel asks casually as he ruffles his fingers through his hair and tries to put it all back right, despite the toasted edges. "I don't recommend it if you haven't. Guy packs a punch without even using his hands," Kaisel arches a 'brow and sets a glance at Koa that seems to imply, kinda like you, though it's not the same. "I was trying to egg him on, get him to admit he's a piece of shit so I could sock him, but he roasted me before I even knew what he was doing. Cool as a cucumber the whole time. Annoying as hell to be honest." Flora had neglected to mention those things about Jack.
Pain is what you desire
So, you wanna be immortal?
So, you wanna be immortal?
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
