// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
He regrets the prickle in his words the moment she responds. It’s not that he forgot, but he’s not the one burdened by it every day, like she is. He also hasn’t been here to see the subtle wear of it on her, and truth be told, he’s not sure he would’ve noticed—not if it happened gradually, like the sun setting while you're busy working. You acclimate to the small changes, not even realizing you're starting to squint, to lean in closer to the job, until suddenly you're hungry and you look up and its dark out and past bed time. He might’ve realized eventually, even without the bite she just delivered, when he got hungry and looked up and realized she used to smile more, that he hadn’t seen it shine too long.
Doesn't help that she hides it well. She's always been prone to sprinkle tendencies herself.
So when she does respond with the curl of her fingers, he let's out a breath he doesn't remember taking, and it even shakes out with a small laugh. "Let's go then. Right now." Anywhere, just not Haulani, but surely that doesn't even count as a vacation. He means it too, eyes bright as he holds her with them, his thumb rolling over the curl of her knuckles in apology and comfort.
Because she cannot remain still though, as previously established, she's fishing out a little sweet treat. He glances down at it pressed against his chest, expression instantly alight with pure joy. "You got 'em!" he crows, smiling into a crinkle of his eyes behind his shades. "Hell yeah Flo-ro," and much as he'd prefer never to let go of her hand again, the gummy worms are calling.
He tears into the bag without much concern for it retaining its shape, tugging out a clump and popping them into his mouth with a satisfied hum, like some wiggly sugar is worth licking the edge of the sun. Tilting his head back to drop more in, he rises after her, his crumpled shirt tucked under an arm while the other offers the bag out to her.
He glances sidelong at her as she tells her story, one 'brow arching at one point over his glasses and a smirk erupting at the end. "You probably just had really bad breath that day, so honestly, don't blame him." Kaisel shrugs, as if he's had to endure it before. "He probably had a wet dream about you that night, yanno, when he couldn't smell you, and realized he fumbled the bag. Betcha he sealed a kiss in that letter and you let it float away." Seems like something some angsty abs would do.
Doesn't help that she hides it well. She's always been prone to sprinkle tendencies herself.
So when she does respond with the curl of her fingers, he let's out a breath he doesn't remember taking, and it even shakes out with a small laugh. "Let's go then. Right now." Anywhere, just not Haulani, but surely that doesn't even count as a vacation. He means it too, eyes bright as he holds her with them, his thumb rolling over the curl of her knuckles in apology and comfort.
Because she cannot remain still though, as previously established, she's fishing out a little sweet treat. He glances down at it pressed against his chest, expression instantly alight with pure joy. "You got 'em!" he crows, smiling into a crinkle of his eyes behind his shades. "Hell yeah Flo-ro," and much as he'd prefer never to let go of her hand again, the gummy worms are calling.
He tears into the bag without much concern for it retaining its shape, tugging out a clump and popping them into his mouth with a satisfied hum, like some wiggly sugar is worth licking the edge of the sun. Tilting his head back to drop more in, he rises after her, his crumpled shirt tucked under an arm while the other offers the bag out to her.
He glances sidelong at her as she tells her story, one 'brow arching at one point over his glasses and a smirk erupting at the end. "You probably just had really bad breath that day, so honestly, don't blame him." Kaisel shrugs, as if he's had to endure it before. "He probably had a wet dream about you that night, yanno, when he couldn't smell you, and realized he fumbled the bag. Betcha he sealed a kiss in that letter and you let it float away." Seems like something some angsty abs would do.
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
