// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
Kaisel squints at a nearby rose with some level of disbelief. Flowers? Flowers will help them keep the family out? He's no botanist, and far be it for him to judge the weird shit gods like to make stew with, but flowers is probably near the bottom of the list of where he would have ranked their importance in the battle against evil purple aliens.
Plucking it as he rises, Kaisel spins the bloom in his fingers as he glances up atKoa and Zavien. "Okay, I put the shears and the baskets over there, enough for each of us. We just pluck until the wagon is full, I guess." He nods his head towards a nearby ass (no not Koa) tied to a small cart, half-asleep as it waits. "Got some gloves over there too, but I ate all the snacks on the trip over, sorry." His tone suggests he isn't remotely sorry.
He leans down to grab all the specified equipment, sliding the gardening gloves on with a frown as one finger pokes through, a hole worn there from prior use. "So, anyway, like I was saying, I told the guy, you can't just scream 'trust fall' and let go of the railing like that again."
Grab your shears, gloves, and basket and let's get to collecting flowers~
Plucking it as he rises, Kaisel spins the bloom in his fingers as he glances up at
He leans down to grab all the specified equipment, sliding the gardening gloves on with a frown as one finger pokes through, a hole worn there from prior use. "So, anyway, like I was saying, I told the guy, you can't just scream 'trust fall' and let go of the railing like that again."
Grab your shears, gloves, and basket and let's get to collecting flowers~
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
