// Start a tiny riot //
He smirks—she's not wrong. Knowing Flora, she might plunge into something horrendous just because. An ordinary Tuesday for the Doubletake. There's no takebacksies though, so he just shrugs, committed. When Casper tugs on him, he glances over and grunts as he pushes himself to his feet, the comfortable pillows like a tar trap around him. "I dunno, that's the one upside," he laughs, stumbling over one darkly colored cushion with a half-swallowed curse.
He follows her lazily, descending the stairs and catching the bounce of her blonde just before she rounds a corner with practiced authority. Kaisel ruffles his mess of a hair, completely disheveled from the day's events, as he stops to look around her galley. He's on the hunt for that candy she mentioned, but he pauses as the snoring abruptly stops. Poor bastard. Though, if Bassian’s close to her, he probably knew what he was signing up for.
She returns like an accomplished sunrise, bright and unrelenting. His surprise at the way she slips against him quickly softens as his arms curl around her in turn. One hand snug around her back, the other cupping the back of her head like something precious. He exhales slowly, brushing a kiss to the crown of her curls, indulging in the tender moment while he can. "You'd do the same," he says gently, not wanting to take credit just for caring.
For a moment, he’s happy to just hold her, their shared safety enough to quiet the noise of everything else. Soon enough, his grin creeps in against the gold halo she wears. "So tell me you have some actually good games."
He follows her lazily, descending the stairs and catching the bounce of her blonde just before she rounds a corner with practiced authority. Kaisel ruffles his mess of a hair, completely disheveled from the day's events, as he stops to look around her galley. He's on the hunt for that candy she mentioned, but he pauses as the snoring abruptly stops. Poor bastard. Though, if Bassian’s close to her, he probably knew what he was signing up for.
She returns like an accomplished sunrise, bright and unrelenting. His surprise at the way she slips against him quickly softens as his arms curl around her in turn. One hand snug around her back, the other cupping the back of her head like something precious. He exhales slowly, brushing a kiss to the crown of her curls, indulging in the tender moment while he can. "You'd do the same," he says gently, not wanting to take credit just for caring.
For a moment, he’s happy to just hold her, their shared safety enough to quiet the noise of everything else. Soon enough, his grin creeps in against the gold halo she wears. "So tell me you have some actually good games."
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
