Kaisel
"A funeral parlor?" he squeaks out, stiffening a bit as his gaze slides around all the décor with newfound attention to detail, half expecting to see bones lining the edges of the pictures and flesh pulled taut over the lampshades. "That's uh, very creative of you to turn it into a home." Definitely not creepy as fuck. Maybe Niki isn't a ghost, but he's not right, it'd seem.
Kaisel surveys the pendant retrieval over his teacup, trying to use the liquid to calm his frayed nerves. He holds his breath for just a moment, straining to see if there's a flash of light or a flare of heat, something mystical as ghostly skin coasts over iron surfaces, but aside from the clear struggle, Niki manages it like any normal man, which at last Kaisel can admit to. He breaths out the stress from his nose as he drinks. "Sorry, about all that," he admits a bit sheepishly now, feeling all the more foolish for falling to Flora's trick. "I'll have to find some way to get back at her," he muses aloud, returning to his train of thought from earlier for a moment.
"Did that happen," he motions towards Niki's cane, "when you were... undertaking?" The image of a heavy corpse rolling onto his leg comes to mind, however undesired it is.
Kaisel surveys the pendant retrieval over his teacup, trying to use the liquid to calm his frayed nerves. He holds his breath for just a moment, straining to see if there's a flash of light or a flare of heat, something mystical as ghostly skin coasts over iron surfaces, but aside from the clear struggle, Niki manages it like any normal man, which at last Kaisel can admit to. He breaths out the stress from his nose as he drinks. "Sorry, about all that," he admits a bit sheepishly now, feeling all the more foolish for falling to Flora's trick. "I'll have to find some way to get back at her," he muses aloud, returning to his train of thought from earlier for a moment.
"Did that happen," he motions towards Niki's cane, "when you were... undertaking?" The image of a heavy corpse rolling onto his leg comes to mind, however undesired it is.
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
