// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
His step stutters beside her, catching ahead of her for a beat before he spins back towards her, the planted anchor of her arm something he'd not dare let go. As he turns, 'brows quietly questioning, he can only oblige her unspoken request, bending at her tug like she's got a string attached to him and can puppet him anyway she'd like. The brush of her lips leaves a chili-dusted sizzle on his mouth. She’s always more daring than he expects—leaping past any line he might have drawn, fearless in a way he longs to mirror. "Hang on," he murmurs after a beat, faux-concern flashing across his face. "You got a little something—right—there." His thumb brushes across part of her bottom lip, tugging away a chocolate flake. He licks it clean with a lazy grin. "Perfect."
He falls back alongside her as they continue down one of the main pathways of Halo's Citadel. "So what have you been up to while I was not dying?" He glances from the bustle of the town to her, bright with the ease of spending daylight beside someone so radiant they could release sunlight into the night. "Has the bar been busy?" The thought of that brushes uncomfortably close to something he's actively trying to avoid thinking anything about, but he knows it'll be a big part of her life now.
"Also," he states commandingly with a flourish of his remaining kabob, its days numbered with how delicious it is. "We're going to play would you rather, so I can find out exactly who you are when it comes down to the tough questions, like would you rather only eat burnt food, or always bite your tongue when you eat?" He glances at her expectantly. "If you decline to answer, or skip, you are susceptible to a dare that you cannot back out of."
He falls back alongside her as they continue down one of the main pathways of Halo's Citadel. "So what have you been up to while I was not dying?" He glances from the bustle of the town to her, bright with the ease of spending daylight beside someone so radiant they could release sunlight into the night. "Has the bar been busy?" The thought of that brushes uncomfortably close to something he's actively trying to avoid thinking anything about, but he knows it'll be a big part of her life now.
"Also," he states commandingly with a flourish of his remaining kabob, its days numbered with how delicious it is. "We're going to play would you rather, so I can find out exactly who you are when it comes down to the tough questions, like would you rather only eat burnt food, or always bite your tongue when you eat?" He glances at her expectantly. "If you decline to answer, or skip, you are susceptible to a dare that you cannot back out of."
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
