// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
There will always be a next time. Sometimes his fault...most of the time his fault, but sometimes not! He just grunts in response, the humor not lost on him but not sticking either. Sure, it's a wake up call, and consider him thoroughly woken. It doesn't stop what he wants to do, but he recognizes now the steps he has to take before considering it again. Stronger—he has to become stronger.
He watches her carefully as she explains the whole package that is her static-charged ex. He doesn't fail to note the way she only describes how dangerous he is, the warning she's offering. There's none of the sadness he recalls from earlier, nor the ire he might expect given the situation. "You're talking to him again, aren't you?" There's a question there, but it's more of an accusation, wrapped a bit in disbelief as he shakes his head, like he already knows the answer. She was wrecked before, and though by now he'd hope she'd have the strength to pick herself up and move on, she doesn't sound like someone who's done with this lord of the underbelly.
If that's the case, did he just almost die for actually nothing? Not that he'd accomplished anything, but he wouldn't have even opened his fat mouth at all if he suspected.
Fuck's sake, he didn't want to keep wasting energy and breath on this piece of shit. Unfortunately, he has to know, bad enough that it overshadows the deep desire he always has for popsicles and just wasting the day with Flora like everything is alright and not askew. So while he glances the way she motions, he doesn't move to stand, not yet.
He watches her carefully as she explains the whole package that is her static-charged ex. He doesn't fail to note the way she only describes how dangerous he is, the warning she's offering. There's none of the sadness he recalls from earlier, nor the ire he might expect given the situation. "You're talking to him again, aren't you?" There's a question there, but it's more of an accusation, wrapped a bit in disbelief as he shakes his head, like he already knows the answer. She was wrecked before, and though by now he'd hope she'd have the strength to pick herself up and move on, she doesn't sound like someone who's done with this lord of the underbelly.
If that's the case, did he just almost die for actually nothing? Not that he'd accomplished anything, but he wouldn't have even opened his fat mouth at all if he suspected.
Fuck's sake, he didn't want to keep wasting energy and breath on this piece of shit. Unfortunately, he has to know, bad enough that it overshadows the deep desire he always has for popsicles and just wasting the day with Flora like everything is alright and not askew. So while he glances the way she motions, he doesn't move to stand, not yet.
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
