// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
"Yeah," he says, breathless with the constant tension of near-misses as teeth flash around him. He doesn't know what precisely he wants Ronin to help with, just—help. So when the White Knight offers to take over, Kaisel is more than happy to pass off the reins.
He thrusts the bouquet of leather and tiny ferocity into the man's hands, a massive sigh of relief leaving him, as if an unbearable weight existed between the stitching of those leashes. Unfortunately, the job isn't over, something he’s sorely reminded of when the furious grandma wallops him upside the head with her bag in a surprise thwap. He ducks a second swing, one eye scrunched as he rubs the soon-to-be bruise and tries to fend off her next assault. "Ma'am, please, we're going to get you all situat—" he ducks again and finally manages to wrest the bag from her with a hiss. "Here, let me help you. That seems awfully heavy."
They trundle after Ronin and the myriad of monsters disguised as adorable little pups, Kaisel guiding the feisty grandmother with an arm over her shoulders—mostly to keep her from hip-checking him into the sea. "Good idea," he calls out, wondering if he ought to gift the cart driver with some forewarning or send them off and hope for the best.
He thrusts the bouquet of leather and tiny ferocity into the man's hands, a massive sigh of relief leaving him, as if an unbearable weight existed between the stitching of those leashes. Unfortunately, the job isn't over, something he’s sorely reminded of when the furious grandma wallops him upside the head with her bag in a surprise thwap. He ducks a second swing, one eye scrunched as he rubs the soon-to-be bruise and tries to fend off her next assault. "Ma'am, please, we're going to get you all situat—" he ducks again and finally manages to wrest the bag from her with a hiss. "Here, let me help you. That seems awfully heavy."
They trundle after Ronin and the myriad of monsters disguised as adorable little pups, Kaisel guiding the feisty grandmother with an arm over her shoulders—mostly to keep her from hip-checking him into the sea. "Good idea," he calls out, wondering if he ought to gift the cart driver with some forewarning or send them off and hope for the best.
Kaisel
// When you need somebody to turn to—Nobody got you the way I do //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
