Got a spark in your heart so strike it
He laughs, "your shopping spree?! What about my shopping spree!" All his time in Torchline lately has required the purchase of additional clothes for the heat and all the swimming, plus he had to save up for moving out. He could always do more Silk House fights and earn some money there, but he'd been absent from Stormbreak lately with all the traveling, and all the beachfront parties to attend.
He shrugs at her question, though the movement is a bit lost as he's using his arms to hang on. "I mean, it's fine I guess. Kinda boring." He'd gone a time or two with his father, but all the silence and the stillness required for it nearly killed him. Maybe harpoon fishing would be more exciting. He tosses the lure back in, watching the gold glint as it twists and churns in the descent, becoming smaller. Let it trick some other fool.
He swims back towards his alligator and after a bout of splashes, curses, ungracefully flailing limbs, and squeaking plastic, he manages to clamber his way back on. Breathless with the effort for something that should be so simple, Kaisel flops dramatically limp against the floatie, willing the sun to bake some energy back into him, or at least some dryness. "Let's get some food in a bit, yeah?" he asks, tilting his head to look over at her, smiling weakly. He wishes he could give her a shopping spree, and a cure, and all the things she needs and could want. All he can do is float next to her though, and pretend things are okay. So they talk about anything and everything until he's dry and they're hungry.
[FIN]
He shrugs at her question, though the movement is a bit lost as he's using his arms to hang on. "I mean, it's fine I guess. Kinda boring." He'd gone a time or two with his father, but all the silence and the stillness required for it nearly killed him. Maybe harpoon fishing would be more exciting. He tosses the lure back in, watching the gold glint as it twists and churns in the descent, becoming smaller. Let it trick some other fool.
He swims back towards his alligator and after a bout of splashes, curses, ungracefully flailing limbs, and squeaking plastic, he manages to clamber his way back on. Breathless with the effort for something that should be so simple, Kaisel flops dramatically limp against the floatie, willing the sun to bake some energy back into him, or at least some dryness. "Let's get some food in a bit, yeah?" he asks, tilting his head to look over at her, smiling weakly. He wishes he could give her a shopping spree, and a cure, and all the things she needs and could want. All he can do is float next to her though, and pretend things are okay. So they talk about anything and everything until he's dry and they're hungry.
[FIN]
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
