// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
She has the audacity to smile back at Ronin, all gums save for a few teeth set catty-corner from each other. She drawls some warm appreciation to him, charmed either because he's part of Torchline and she wants to be on her best behavior, or simply because Ronin isn’t him and is therefore automatically better. As if the chaos of her hounds is somehow his fault. Kaisel holds back a scoff as he guides the woman into the cart, one arm held out for balance, the other bracing beneath hers. She seems to wave him off at the end, and when she takes the bag from him, she manages to jostle it enough that it catches under his jaw one last time.
Tonguing the precursor of a fat lip, Kaisel winces and steps back with a sigh. He glances sidelong at the severed leashes and has half a mind to tell Ronin to just drop them and run. Except he's certain that'd inspire the mutts to give chase, and you should never start a chase if you're the slowest one. So instead, begrudgingly—because it’s his job, and he cares about his town’s people or some shit that felt a lot more noble when it didn’t involve waspish women and their buzzing mutts—he extends a hand to help Ronin lift the dogs to her.
Tonguing the precursor of a fat lip, Kaisel winces and steps back with a sigh. He glances sidelong at the severed leashes and has half a mind to tell Ronin to just drop them and run. Except he's certain that'd inspire the mutts to give chase, and you should never start a chase if you're the slowest one. So instead, begrudgingly—because it’s his job, and he cares about his town’s people or some shit that felt a lot more noble when it didn’t involve waspish women and their buzzing mutts—he extends a hand to help Ronin lift the dogs to her.
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
