// Got something inside, don't hide it, like dynamite ignitin' //
"A triplet?" he says with raised 'brows and a slightly ajar mouth forming the shape of an 'o'. The first idea that comes to mind is three of her, which is both salacious to imagine and utterly, unequivocally, scary to think about as well. Using a little bit more brain power though, Kaisel pieces together the other two figures that had been with her behind the bar. "Vesper and Nova?" he asks for confirmation, not having spoken expressly to either, but they'd been a presence at the party, names adrift on various lips. He taps a finger to his chin in thought. "Nova's definitely the sweet one," he says quickly, recalling her easy smiles and penchant for glitter in drinks, even ones that didn't call for it. "Vesper's sour," he says after a moment, grinning as he glances at her. "So you're the spicy one." Vesper seemed like maybe he had some kick to him too, but his face suggested a lot more pouting occurred, indicative of the more sour foods.
Talks of toppings and the feeling of her body fades as he's picking up the order, balancing the burgers and fries in each hand, the cola pressed between his wrists like a fizzy manacle as he glances around for her claimed seat. Since it's 2am so the place isn't exactly poppin', and because she's nearly incandescent with hotness, he finds her easy enough perched by the water. He slides next to her, brushing against her arm as he carefully sets their meal down and the cola in-between. He scatters some ketchup and mustard cups too, along with some napkins, like a magician emptying his pockets after a night of performance.
He glances out at the waves that hold her attention, the moonlight dancing against the motion with a pale gleam of splintered light. "Torchline is a lot prettier than Stormbreak," he admits with a soft smile. "Home is all...stone and efficiency. Not like here, where it still feels a little bit wild, like you guys live with the place instead of on it." Seems to raise an equally untamed people, no less breathtaking than the scenery, from his experience. "Alright, lemme know if I forgot anything," he says with a glance towards her as he sets about to coating his fries in ketchup and popping two bloody ones in his mouth with a pleased sigh.
Talks of toppings and the feeling of her body fades as he's picking up the order, balancing the burgers and fries in each hand, the cola pressed between his wrists like a fizzy manacle as he glances around for her claimed seat. Since it's 2am so the place isn't exactly poppin', and because she's nearly incandescent with hotness, he finds her easy enough perched by the water. He slides next to her, brushing against her arm as he carefully sets their meal down and the cola in-between. He scatters some ketchup and mustard cups too, along with some napkins, like a magician emptying his pockets after a night of performance.
He glances out at the waves that hold her attention, the moonlight dancing against the motion with a pale gleam of splintered light. "Torchline is a lot prettier than Stormbreak," he admits with a soft smile. "Home is all...stone and efficiency. Not like here, where it still feels a little bit wild, like you guys live with the place instead of on it." Seems to raise an equally untamed people, no less breathtaking than the scenery, from his experience. "Alright, lemme know if I forgot anything," he says with a glance towards her as he sets about to coating his fries in ketchup and popping two bloody ones in his mouth with a pleased sigh.
Kaisel
// Take the music, learn to use it, turn it up 'til your speakers blow fuses //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
