// Start a tiny riot //
His grin twists higher on one side as she throws him that look, the kinda that begs to taunt her further just to earn more of the same. "Welllllll, I wasn't sure since you had to leave half your hoard behind," he clarifies as she gradually withdraws from him. It must be how the sea feels when the sun finally sinks beneath the horizon, left with only the pale imitation of the sun's reflection on the moon, colder and darker for its absence.
He glances around the stuffed shelves and cupboards, some of which have given up trying to close and hang half-ajar as if always intended to be that angle. A finger trails one such packed ledge, gripping the feather boa and coiling it around his neck as he turns towards the box she's retrieved like it's a powerfully ancient artifact of Good Times. He sneezes at the dust, face scrunching up with threat of another. "he's scared of heights and he's crew on a skyship?" As for the strip poker, haha yeah, what a loser Bassian is, Kaisel definitely knows nothing about folding the instant Flora removes her clothing.
Skipping over the bait that is strip poker entirely, he echoes, "go fish?" He makes a face, insinuating they aren't children (despite gathering sugar and games late at night). Guess Who though, now that one he could get behind. "Ooooh, that one!" he says with a finger pointed in excitement towards her. He hasn't played it in years, but he'd always been decent enough at it. Better to pick that too than let her get more creative with something like Truth or Dare or Two Truths and a Lie. "Alright, no physical descriptions, got it," he says with a grin, appreciating her twist as he slides into one of the benches where they'd last been to paint her nails.
He catches the bag on instinct, and as he turns it over, a garbled cry escapes—simultaneously part gasp and shout. “WHAT!? Flo-ro, you’re the best!” He rips the corner open with his teeth, spitting the scrap off to the side without care, and spills the gummy worms across the table like treasure. He plucks up the green and yellow first, a happy hum rising as he chews.
He glances around the stuffed shelves and cupboards, some of which have given up trying to close and hang half-ajar as if always intended to be that angle. A finger trails one such packed ledge, gripping the feather boa and coiling it around his neck as he turns towards the box she's retrieved like it's a powerfully ancient artifact of Good Times. He sneezes at the dust, face scrunching up with threat of another. "he's scared of heights and he's crew on a skyship?" As for the strip poker, haha yeah, what a loser Bassian is, Kaisel definitely knows nothing about folding the instant Flora removes her clothing.
Skipping over the bait that is strip poker entirely, he echoes, "go fish?" He makes a face, insinuating they aren't children (despite gathering sugar and games late at night). Guess Who though, now that one he could get behind. "Ooooh, that one!" he says with a finger pointed in excitement towards her. He hasn't played it in years, but he'd always been decent enough at it. Better to pick that too than let her get more creative with something like Truth or Dare or Two Truths and a Lie. "Alright, no physical descriptions, got it," he says with a grin, appreciating her twist as he slides into one of the benches where they'd last been to paint her nails.
He catches the bag on instinct, and as he turns it over, a garbled cry escapes—simultaneously part gasp and shout. “WHAT!? Flo-ro, you’re the best!” He rips the corner open with his teeth, spitting the scrap off to the side without care, and spills the gummy worms across the table like treasure. He plucks up the green and yellow first, a happy hum rising as he chews.
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
