// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
Uh oh, that's his full name coming from a familiar voice that usually can't be bothered to add on all the extra words. He kinda hoped she'd have calmed down after the letter. For someone with an ice dragon that she uses all the time like a portable a/c unit, she really has zero chill sometimes.
His gaze slides across the crowd, snagging on her a bit too late. It's enough time for him to throw an arm dramatically over his eyes, doing nothing to hide the slanted grin, even as she rounds a sturdy finger upon him. "WAIT!" he calls out like a man being dragged to the gallows, desperate to stall. It is his plan afterall, maybe charm his way out of whatever temper she might wield. "Do you actually have clothes on this time?" he asks with a timid drop to his arm, afraid to peek over the edge and confirm, akin to hiding from a horror movie but trying to catch glimpses of the gore just to be sure it's still too scary to watch.
His other hand claps up to the shoulder her finger daggers into, a voiceless O W mouthed out as he slaps at her hand. "Wait, I thought I was being slapped?" He regrets it when he says it and continues to hid in the crook of his arm. "Waitwaitwaitwait, I mean hot. Hot!" If he has to hazard a guess, she's talking about food, and he can handle hot better when it comes to that.
His gaze slides across the crowd, snagging on her a bit too late. It's enough time for him to throw an arm dramatically over his eyes, doing nothing to hide the slanted grin, even as she rounds a sturdy finger upon him. "WAIT!" he calls out like a man being dragged to the gallows, desperate to stall. It is his plan afterall, maybe charm his way out of whatever temper she might wield. "Do you actually have clothes on this time?" he asks with a timid drop to his arm, afraid to peek over the edge and confirm, akin to hiding from a horror movie but trying to catch glimpses of the gore just to be sure it's still too scary to watch.
His other hand claps up to the shoulder her finger daggers into, a voiceless O W mouthed out as he slaps at her hand. "Wait, I thought I was being slapped?" He regrets it when he says it and continues to hid in the crook of his arm. "Waitwaitwaitwait, I mean hot. Hot!" If he has to hazard a guess, she's talking about food, and he can handle hot better when it comes to that.
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
