Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
Flowers, flowers, and more flowers. Flowers from King's End. Flowers from the Greatwood. He's starting to think someone has given gardeners way too much control of his life these days. At least this place is much less creepy and weird than some of the places in King's End, which is saying a lot, because this river is fucking floating and they don't usually do that. He's wandering, hands in the pockets of his jeans, head tilted back to watch the wind of the water overhead when he sees a familiar figure.
He pauses, glancing over with a growing smile and overall brightening that suggests Kaisel is best suited when not left alone. "Hey! Mel!" he calls out with a hand lifted in greeting, flouncing over to her whether she likes it or not. "Gotten into any good mischief lately?" he asks as he nears, eying the nearby shrine and its assorted offerings. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to walk over your prayers or anything." The last things he needs to add to his plate is a miffed god, or an angry Mel.
He pauses, glancing over with a growing smile and overall brightening that suggests Kaisel is best suited when not left alone. "Hey! Mel!" he calls out with a hand lifted in greeting, flouncing over to her whether she likes it or not. "Gotten into any good mischief lately?" he asks as he nears, eying the nearby shrine and its assorted offerings. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to walk over your prayers or anything." The last things he needs to add to his plate is a miffed god, or an angry Mel.
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
