// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
"All about balance," he asserts, completely unabashed by his basic bitch tendencies. "Sometimes simple is best, other times, you need wild." A bit of each once in a while makes the other better appreciated too. "Although, I will say, that flavor sounds good. Admittedly... most ice cream flavors do." He’s the type who can’t be trusted with a pint—just one spoonful after another until the whole thing’s gone. Strictly bowls and portion control, or it’s game over.
Her squeeze draws his gaze, and for a moment he just soaks it in—a good day, a beautiful woman, and the rare clarity to recognize both. Kinda makes it seem like life isn't actually so terrible after all, not if he can gather more days like this and have the mind to recognize them when they happen. "Exactlyyyy," he exclaims, discovering a new, inexplicable passion for stuck sneezes. "Why do people do that." He tuts at the idea of the 'bless you' criminals, clearly an organized crime group given how deeply they've infiltrated everywhere.
He's not too surprised by her answer, though he laughs faintly at her excitement in the claim of it. "I'd definitely pick the same. What's the point in dreaming if you don't reach for them?" Her next questions earns an immediate answer, "yell!" Partly because he definitely would not want only one song stuck in his head, but also because he's eying the cherry she's taking. He tugs her into him, trying to unbalance her a bit as a distraction while he leans over and chases after the cherry with his mouth, attempting to claim it for himself before she swallows it.
Her squeeze draws his gaze, and for a moment he just soaks it in—a good day, a beautiful woman, and the rare clarity to recognize both. Kinda makes it seem like life isn't actually so terrible after all, not if he can gather more days like this and have the mind to recognize them when they happen. "Exactlyyyy," he exclaims, discovering a new, inexplicable passion for stuck sneezes. "Why do people do that." He tuts at the idea of the 'bless you' criminals, clearly an organized crime group given how deeply they've infiltrated everywhere.
He's not too surprised by her answer, though he laughs faintly at her excitement in the claim of it. "I'd definitely pick the same. What's the point in dreaming if you don't reach for them?" Her next questions earns an immediate answer, "yell!" Partly because he definitely would not want only one song stuck in his head, but also because he's eying the cherry she's taking. He tugs her into him, trying to unbalance her a bit as a distraction while he leans over and chases after the cherry with his mouth, attempting to claim it for himself before she swallows it.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
