// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
He's a bit caught off guard by her answer, so he repeats it back, just to be sure. "Redecorating?" He'd thought they were just looking after the bar for Flora, not that they had taken over. It gives a sense of a finality he hadn't expected to care about. Like a bit of her had been erased, smudged out under new lighting and fresh stitching—her marks on the world casually undone. He blinks, swallowing it down with a nod and a smile, because Caly is positively vibrant with the joy of it and he can't deny her that. Besides, Flora built the Sugar Tide into something all her own, so maybe the Hanged Man doesn't need to carry her name any longer. Maybe it's meant to be the blend of sugar, sour, and spice now, a new place for them. "I'll have to come by and see it," he says with a thoughtful hum, bumping her shoulder a bit with his. "Get the grand tour of the newly redone designs, and see this window."
He's delighted that she's agreed to his terms without complaint, so he looks expectantly towards her as she muses around the cherry. "Ooooh, good call," he grins, "especially the ice cream part. What's your go to ice cream flavor? Mine's strawberry." He shakes the kabob as if proof, claiming another bite from it as he considers he question now. "I think hiccups forever. The sneeze that never comes is a truly terrible experience."
"Ok, ok. Would you rather be cursed forever with very mild inconveniences, or have all your dreams granted BUT with a small chance, like ten percent, of instant death?" Some days it already feels like he is cursed with mild inconveniences, especially whenever his fucking belt loop catches on a door handle, which only seems to be whenever he's in a hurry.
He's delighted that she's agreed to his terms without complaint, so he looks expectantly towards her as she muses around the cherry. "Ooooh, good call," he grins, "especially the ice cream part. What's your go to ice cream flavor? Mine's strawberry." He shakes the kabob as if proof, claiming another bite from it as he considers he question now. "I think hiccups forever. The sneeze that never comes is a truly terrible experience."
"Ok, ok. Would you rather be cursed forever with very mild inconveniences, or have all your dreams granted BUT with a small chance, like ten percent, of instant death?" Some days it already feels like he is cursed with mild inconveniences, especially whenever his fucking belt loop catches on a door handle, which only seems to be whenever he's in a hurry.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
