Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
He tilts his head, turning Flora a bit askew, but he's trying to straighten her out a bit because she's already gotta be sideways. "Uh, preeeeeeetty sure petty is the opposite of love. Are there hate languages?" He glances down at her offered hand with a grin that matches her own. Maybe she's got a point to the whole petty thing if it all comes down to just pestering each other for eternity, that he could get behind.
He extends his next flower, but be brushes the petals against the wrong side of her hand, pulling it just out of reach if she goes for it. "Who says you'd even get to become a ghost," he counters, only half listening to her schemes as he focuses on the twitch of her hand. "Besides, he might die of a broken heart and not be left for you to fuck with, so better to move onto the next form of happily ever after." He relents the flower into her grasp finally, feigning innocence should she attempt to pay his extended process any mind.
It's a bit raw to be considering her dead, even in this imaginary, half-alive version of it, but he does laugh at the certainty of her classic epitaph refusal. "Yeah, yours would just be 'brb'."
He extends his next flower, but be brushes the petals against the wrong side of her hand, pulling it just out of reach if she goes for it. "Who says you'd even get to become a ghost," he counters, only half listening to her schemes as he focuses on the twitch of her hand. "Besides, he might die of a broken heart and not be left for you to fuck with, so better to move onto the next form of happily ever after." He relents the flower into her grasp finally, feigning innocence should she attempt to pay his extended process any mind.
It's a bit raw to be considering her dead, even in this imaginary, half-alive version of it, but he does laugh at the certainty of her classic epitaph refusal. "Yeah, yours would just be 'brb'."
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
