// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
Damn, she barely even flirted, there'll be no charming his way out of this mess it seems. Resigned to his fate he drops his arm, eyes narrowing on her behind his sunglasses as he observes the bag in her hand properly for the first time. It looks suspiciously plain, and though he's trying to stay on edge, he doesn't know for what.
He tilts his head as she crinkles around for her torture device, like he might discern the best defense against it if he can just figure it out sooner than later. So he braces a bit when her hand pops free, anticipating some kind of cattle prod or other zapper so she might join in on the jolts of fun he and Jack had. Maybe when she meant hot, she meant like his skin, frying again. Instead, the danger-red orb she holds up stares back at him, and he has to admit it sounds a lot better than half the things he imagined. It's candy, can't be that bad.
He's about to say something smart, or dumb, depending on your perspective, when she closes the remaining distance unexpectedly. Mouth already slackened, her fingers like a vice on his nose, he inhales suddenly through his mouth with the surprise of it, the fire candy popping in along with it. His mouth shuts immediately, eyebrows rising in a what the fuck expression just as she settles back to tell him her terms. The sizzle of the spice already begins to melt upon his tongue, forcing him to roll it to one cheek, his tastebuds starting to swell and prickle against the object that demands not to be eaten.
"Mmorpf hiynane," he glowers, sighing heavily through his nose before nodding. No sweat. She's crazy, but he can pull this off. Cocky, he eases back against the railing again.
He tilts his head as she crinkles around for her torture device, like he might discern the best defense against it if he can just figure it out sooner than later. So he braces a bit when her hand pops free, anticipating some kind of cattle prod or other zapper so she might join in on the jolts of fun he and Jack had. Maybe when she meant hot, she meant like his skin, frying again. Instead, the danger-red orb she holds up stares back at him, and he has to admit it sounds a lot better than half the things he imagined. It's candy, can't be that bad.
He's about to say something smart, or dumb, depending on your perspective, when she closes the remaining distance unexpectedly. Mouth already slackened, her fingers like a vice on his nose, he inhales suddenly through his mouth with the surprise of it, the fire candy popping in along with it. His mouth shuts immediately, eyebrows rising in a what the fuck expression just as she settles back to tell him her terms. The sizzle of the spice already begins to melt upon his tongue, forcing him to roll it to one cheek, his tastebuds starting to swell and prickle against the object that demands not to be eaten.
"Mmorpf hiynane," he glowers, sighing heavily through his nose before nodding. No sweat. She's crazy, but he can pull this off. Cocky, he eases back against the railing again.
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
