// Start a tiny riot //
He juggles the tossed gummy worm for a second before fully grabbing it and devouring it with a flourish. "What other sort of answer did you expect?" he snorts. "What, am I supposed to say hold on babe and fan the cards out like the start of a magic trick?" He's still mulling that over when she shortens up his letter for him, but he shakes his head, gaze flicking across the table to her pointedly. "No, you're underthinking it." He stabs the table with a finger to punctuate each word. "Caly needs more than my thoughts." Deserves, perhaps, is the better word. "She needs a gesture, or something, especially after this radio silence and the glance across the beach." At this rate it's feeling like he'd always be doing something to make it up to her.
Though he's grateful to know it, he's not happy to hear it as Flora reveals the hands-off father figure Jack is. The reaction is instant. "How do we end up talking about this fucker every time?" It’s a foul mutter, like something too bitter and sharp he can't wait to get out of his mouth. The distant snores creeping back from Bassian don't help, chiming like a cursed ringtone: Jack. Jack. Jack.
He bites down extra hard on another worm, flicking Captain Shitstain from his thoughts. "You seem to know Caly—what does she actually like?" They hadn't exactly gotten to know each other the way Kaisel had originally planned.
He stares at the cartoon faces, fingers carrying a pattern of thought against her leg as he confidently flips down any faces that don't suggest an almost corn fragrance. Her question breaks his concentration, pulling an easy laugh from his chest as he leans deeply into his hand on the table. He smirks at her for a moment, then subtly shakes his head. "Def not. They embrace the Triple L lifestyle entirely." He squints down at his almost corn suspect, grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Does your person 'lose' their glasses on the top of their head and run all around the house in an angry panic looking for them, then get mad when you try to help?"
Though he's grateful to know it, he's not happy to hear it as Flora reveals the hands-off father figure Jack is. The reaction is instant. "How do we end up talking about this fucker every time?" It’s a foul mutter, like something too bitter and sharp he can't wait to get out of his mouth. The distant snores creeping back from Bassian don't help, chiming like a cursed ringtone: Jack. Jack. Jack.
He bites down extra hard on another worm, flicking Captain Shitstain from his thoughts. "You seem to know Caly—what does she actually like?" They hadn't exactly gotten to know each other the way Kaisel had originally planned.
He stares at the cartoon faces, fingers carrying a pattern of thought against her leg as he confidently flips down any faces that don't suggest an almost corn fragrance. Her question breaks his concentration, pulling an easy laugh from his chest as he leans deeply into his hand on the table. He smirks at her for a moment, then subtly shakes his head. "Def not. They embrace the Triple L lifestyle entirely." He squints down at his almost corn suspect, grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Does your person 'lose' their glasses on the top of their head and run all around the house in an angry panic looking for them, then get mad when you try to help?"
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
