// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
He grins victoriously into the kiss, the portion of cherry puffed into his cheek like a greedy little hamster as he equally maintains the contact for as long as he can manage. The heat from the chili builds the entire time, but it’s the drag of her teeth that really does him in, an appreciative noise rumbling in his chest as his free hand fans out against the small of her back. There's never anything calm about kissing her—just spice and spark, a rush of throwing himself into something he already knows could undo him easily.
Reluctantly they part, and he returns her wink with a lopsided, lazy smile that's full of summertime recklessness. "How'd you learn my middle name?" he asks with mock incredulity. His hand slips from her back as he straightens them back out for their walk, loath as he is to remove any extra contact with her, the colorful flutter of kites further down the road has him curious. The heat of the kiss is still blooming at his ears and down his chest, making each stride a little crooked as he finds himself drifting into her, like she's got a pull on him.
“Alright,” he adds as they go, clearly not letting the game go that easy, although he is upping the ante a bit now, trying to make things uncomfortable enough to trigger the other rules. “Okay, would you rather have your dad or your brother be the one to accidentally walk in on you naked?” He pauses, throwing her a sharp, playful glance. “Unless you'd prefer a dare?” He offers as a reminder, an out should she so choose.
Reluctantly they part, and he returns her wink with a lopsided, lazy smile that's full of summertime recklessness. "How'd you learn my middle name?" he asks with mock incredulity. His hand slips from her back as he straightens them back out for their walk, loath as he is to remove any extra contact with her, the colorful flutter of kites further down the road has him curious. The heat of the kiss is still blooming at his ears and down his chest, making each stride a little crooked as he finds himself drifting into her, like she's got a pull on him.
“Alright,” he adds as they go, clearly not letting the game go that easy, although he is upping the ante a bit now, trying to make things uncomfortable enough to trigger the other rules. “Okay, would you rather have your dad or your brother be the one to accidentally walk in on you naked?” He pauses, throwing her a sharp, playful glance. “Unless you'd prefer a dare?” He offers as a reminder, an out should she so choose.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
