// Start a tiny riot //
The feather boa just called to him. He maybe understands a little bit better about why Flora has so much shit, sometimes you just need it.
His 'brows hit the ceiling at the idea of sex position Go Fish. When she said educational, he thought she meant actual fish species of their coastline, which, boring. It had sounded like a gift from Hadama honestly, but now it's a bit more interesting, and while he's grateful he didn't choose that one to play with her, he'd be lying if he said his curiosity isn't sparked. One should always be learning, after all. "I dunno, I think I'd rather learn with the real thing than diagrams," he says wolfishly, though it quickly vanishes into an, "oh shit!" He sucks in air around his teeth and pulls anxiously at the back of his neck for a minute.
"I should probably fucking write her. After the bar closed we got burgers and uh..." He stammers for a minute then clears his throat, blush creeping in. "It was nice. She's nice." He hasn't really had time to sit and think about her, especially not after learning who her father is. Flora knows all the chaos that ensued after, but fuck, Caly doesn't. Does she even know the hell his life has been lately? "What do you think—Dear Caly, sorry I took you out and then ghosted you. Met your dad, he tried to smite me. Was put on lockdown while recovering, oh, and then the Family destroyed my city and kicked us out. #refugeelife. Helped evacuate everyone, and when I saw you at the world’s worst pool party, I totally didn’t say hi." Yeah, sounds perfect. Groaning, he pulls down on his cheeks and sighs.
It takes gummy worms and Flora’s antics to pull his smile back out, the storm cloud of failure pushed off to hover another day. Just shoving it all aside only works so long, but it’ll do for now. One hand flops over her leg while the other rummages around for a new gummy worm, stretching it between his teeth before biting it off in tiny bites, laughing at Flora's worm-tongue. He squints down at his card as he chews, contemplating the figure depicted like they're an old friend and they've had as many asinine conversations as he and Flora have. To be honest, the guy looks like he say he'd be blood as a condiment. Major serial killer vibes. "No, I don't think this person would select any traditional condiments." He glances at the board of faces, finger tapping his chin in mock seriousness. "Does your person smell like corn?"
His 'brows hit the ceiling at the idea of sex position Go Fish. When she said educational, he thought she meant actual fish species of their coastline, which, boring. It had sounded like a gift from Hadama honestly, but now it's a bit more interesting, and while he's grateful he didn't choose that one to play with her, he'd be lying if he said his curiosity isn't sparked. One should always be learning, after all. "I dunno, I think I'd rather learn with the real thing than diagrams," he says wolfishly, though it quickly vanishes into an, "oh shit!" He sucks in air around his teeth and pulls anxiously at the back of his neck for a minute.
"I should probably fucking write her. After the bar closed we got burgers and uh..." He stammers for a minute then clears his throat, blush creeping in. "It was nice. She's nice." He hasn't really had time to sit and think about her, especially not after learning who her father is. Flora knows all the chaos that ensued after, but fuck, Caly doesn't. Does she even know the hell his life has been lately? "What do you think—Dear Caly, sorry I took you out and then ghosted you. Met your dad, he tried to smite me. Was put on lockdown while recovering, oh, and then the Family destroyed my city and kicked us out. #refugeelife. Helped evacuate everyone, and when I saw you at the world’s worst pool party, I totally didn’t say hi." Yeah, sounds perfect. Groaning, he pulls down on his cheeks and sighs.
It takes gummy worms and Flora’s antics to pull his smile back out, the storm cloud of failure pushed off to hover another day. Just shoving it all aside only works so long, but it’ll do for now. One hand flops over her leg while the other rummages around for a new gummy worm, stretching it between his teeth before biting it off in tiny bites, laughing at Flora's worm-tongue. He squints down at his card as he chews, contemplating the figure depicted like they're an old friend and they've had as many asinine conversations as he and Flora have. To be honest, the guy looks like he say he'd be blood as a condiment. Major serial killer vibes. "No, I don't think this person would select any traditional condiments." He glances at the board of faces, finger tapping his chin in mock seriousness. "Does your person smell like corn?"
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
