// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
Maybe the moment dissolves beneath the weight of gummy worms, but Kaisel’s still entirely on board with the idea of sailing off into the horizon, destination less important than just going. It doesn’t have to be forever, or even for long. Just enough to carve out a little happiness from the world—you can't wait for it to come, you have to take it. Life is not kind, or easy, or giving. So rip what enjoyment you can out of it; find all the hot ketchup moments amid the mustard and the horseradish. Besides, crowns are mostly ceremonial anyway, they sit on a shelf more than a head.
For the record, it'd be her fault if the eggs burned though.
He sniffs, deep, when she blows at him. "Hmm, it passes today," he says after a moment of analysis. "But there's no way you haven't had a few moments where you passed out drunk in bed and woke up with dick breath or cheese tongue." Never is an awfully strong commitment to stand by. He staggers dramatically at her shove, weaving around a passerby before drifting back to her side, gummy worm stretching between his teeth and hand before ripping in half with a bounce against his nose. "Garden gnomes are charming, so thank you."
An arm slips around her shoulders as she leans into him, so automatic and easy there's no thought to the action, no deeper impact of it other than a friendship that's a trail you’ve walked enough to find in the dark. His gummy worms shift into a pocket with the rearrangement, one or two dangling dangerously over the edge of the fabric, swaying with his every stride. "Hmm," he muses, glancing skyward as he thinks, like his thoughts are rattling around somewhere above him and he can pluck it down. "Mismatched Socks. Smells like fresh clothes, which is nice, but you're so fucking annoyed by the idea of losing socks every load you don't want a candle also reminding you about it." He looks expectantly across for her answer, but in their true style, he's got a question loaded for her too.
"Okay, if there's something you do every day, but you never had to do it again—zero consequences, nothing bad happens—what would it be? And I mean anything. Heart beating—but you don't die, blinking—but you don't get dry eyes, saying hi to that boring neighbor Janice..."
For the record, it'd be her fault if the eggs burned though.
He sniffs, deep, when she blows at him. "Hmm, it passes today," he says after a moment of analysis. "But there's no way you haven't had a few moments where you passed out drunk in bed and woke up with dick breath or cheese tongue." Never is an awfully strong commitment to stand by. He staggers dramatically at her shove, weaving around a passerby before drifting back to her side, gummy worm stretching between his teeth and hand before ripping in half with a bounce against his nose. "Garden gnomes are charming, so thank you."
An arm slips around her shoulders as she leans into him, so automatic and easy there's no thought to the action, no deeper impact of it other than a friendship that's a trail you’ve walked enough to find in the dark. His gummy worms shift into a pocket with the rearrangement, one or two dangling dangerously over the edge of the fabric, swaying with his every stride. "Hmm," he muses, glancing skyward as he thinks, like his thoughts are rattling around somewhere above him and he can pluck it down. "Mismatched Socks. Smells like fresh clothes, which is nice, but you're so fucking annoyed by the idea of losing socks every load you don't want a candle also reminding you about it." He looks expectantly across for her answer, but in their true style, he's got a question loaded for her too.
"Okay, if there's something you do every day, but you never had to do it again—zero consequences, nothing bad happens—what would it be? And I mean anything. Heart beating—but you don't die, blinking—but you don't get dry eyes, saying hi to that boring neighbor Janice..."
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
