Got a spark in your heart so strike it
A nervous laugh escapes him—because shit, did he just accidentally insult the Flood? Koa would kill him. "Uh—well—sorry sir, but it's an honorific, that you've earned... so I don't think I can." Although he hadn't called Flora ma'am a day in his life, for extreme fear of his demise if he should do so.
It might be equally healthy to fear Sunjata, but he just tilts his head in apology instead, as if he has no choice in the matter and would also like to drop the sirs. Getting a proper look at Sunjata means seeing all the scars he has on full display, especially his wicked face one. Kaisel's eyes widen a bit with awe as he registers them, doing his best to nod along to Sunjata's words, which are important, but momentarily forgotten beneath the idea of sick scar, bro, the older brother of, nice ink, man! Which, Sunjata also has, but doesn't snag Kaisel's attention in nearly the same way.
"Did you get that scar in the war, sir?" Kaisel asks, unable to contain it any longer, no bit of appreciation absent in his query. Realizing that he’d completely blown past Sunjata’s story, Kaisel pulls at the back of his neck and picks that thread back up, like a busy seamstress trying not to sew two different orders together. "That's amazing, what Frey did here. Frey once built me a golden toga for some pajamas." Two and the same, clearly—a safe refuge from war, a sexy negligee for your bestie's sleep over. "Safrin's making me some sweet knuckle knives though, so I can fight the void!" he beams, although to be honest, both gifts have their merits for him, and both gods too, especially because both are hot.
It might be equally healthy to fear Sunjata, but he just tilts his head in apology instead, as if he has no choice in the matter and would also like to drop the sirs. Getting a proper look at Sunjata means seeing all the scars he has on full display, especially his wicked face one. Kaisel's eyes widen a bit with awe as he registers them, doing his best to nod along to Sunjata's words, which are important, but momentarily forgotten beneath the idea of sick scar, bro, the older brother of, nice ink, man! Which, Sunjata also has, but doesn't snag Kaisel's attention in nearly the same way.
"Did you get that scar in the war, sir?" Kaisel asks, unable to contain it any longer, no bit of appreciation absent in his query. Realizing that he’d completely blown past Sunjata’s story, Kaisel pulls at the back of his neck and picks that thread back up, like a busy seamstress trying not to sew two different orders together. "That's amazing, what Frey did here. Frey once built me a golden toga for some pajamas." Two and the same, clearly—a safe refuge from war, a sexy negligee for your bestie's sleep over. "Safrin's making me some sweet knuckle knives though, so I can fight the void!" he beams, although to be honest, both gifts have their merits for him, and both gods too, especially because both are hot.
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
