// Start a tiny riot //
One arm settles in turn over her leg, fingers curling over her knee. With all his worries stacking up like a late game of Jenga, he'll take whatever crumbs of comfort he can find, and the steady embrace of her fits the bill in a way that's better left unanalyzed. He can't see her, but feeling the heat of her skin against him, the weight of her, makes it real enough to loosen the tight hold around his chest.
He laughs lowly at her description of the beach party chaos, because worrying is about as helpful as chewing gum to stay fed, so while he carries it around in him, he doesn't let it overwhelm him. Not all the time, anyway. "Oooh, you know what, I have," he snaps his fingers. "I just always called it knife-toss, dodge-the-outerspace-fuzz, jump-the-bitches jamboree chicken. I think the rules are pretty similar though." He shakes his head, a grin twisting there. "You saw the looks on their faces though, right?" Somewhere amid all the shouting and the throat-tightening terror of it all, he'd caught some of their unshakable rage. They'd been surprised, and a bit rattled by the audacity of it all at the very least. Perhaps something not actually worth celebrating, not when the aftermath came, but right now the bitterness hasn't come, just the sweet sugar of it.
A snort, "I saw Spice, that's plenty." She might have crept away instead of targeting him with stuffed fabric if he'd been an actual threat, but that'd be a bit of a close call either way. She had plenty of tricks though, just based on the state of all her jewelry, so when she offers to go downstairs he's inclined to decline, if only because now he's comfortable and feeling leaden. The snore that breaks the relative peace is like a gong though, and Kaisel's back stiffens.
"Don't tell me that's JaCk" Kaisel says between his teeth, gaze flicking over to her...general face area. To the glass and all the space behind it where he assumes his scathing look lands. Although, if he’s honest, Jack being here wouldn’t be the worst thing. Someone strong—strong enough—to help her if she needed it. That’s the worst part of it, that it should be Jack here instead of him.
He laughs lowly at her description of the beach party chaos, because worrying is about as helpful as chewing gum to stay fed, so while he carries it around in him, he doesn't let it overwhelm him. Not all the time, anyway. "Oooh, you know what, I have," he snaps his fingers. "I just always called it knife-toss, dodge-the-outerspace-fuzz, jump-the-bitches jamboree chicken. I think the rules are pretty similar though." He shakes his head, a grin twisting there. "You saw the looks on their faces though, right?" Somewhere amid all the shouting and the throat-tightening terror of it all, he'd caught some of their unshakable rage. They'd been surprised, and a bit rattled by the audacity of it all at the very least. Perhaps something not actually worth celebrating, not when the aftermath came, but right now the bitterness hasn't come, just the sweet sugar of it.
A snort, "I saw Spice, that's plenty." She might have crept away instead of targeting him with stuffed fabric if he'd been an actual threat, but that'd be a bit of a close call either way. She had plenty of tricks though, just based on the state of all her jewelry, so when she offers to go downstairs he's inclined to decline, if only because now he's comfortable and feeling leaden. The snore that breaks the relative peace is like a gong though, and Kaisel's back stiffens.
"Don't tell me that's JaCk" Kaisel says between his teeth, gaze flicking over to her...general face area. To the glass and all the space behind it where he assumes his scathing look lands. Although, if he’s honest, Jack being here wouldn’t be the worst thing. Someone strong—strong enough—to help her if she needed it. That’s the worst part of it, that it should be Jack here instead of him.
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
