Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
Oh right, he forgot he's speaking to the Love Master, so everything has to be run past her first. "I mean, you never forget your first right," he cuts back with a wolfish grin, as if he is definitely remembering it right now, which hey, she brought it up. However Rebecca's name earns a snort and an eye roll. After a pause, wherein he takes a moment to trace the way her hair shifts with every laugh that slips free, a view he could truly never tire of, he says, "sometimes Love isn't that loud." Even if it should be. Sometimes Love is the shape of someone's laugh, no louder than the space between two people.
She definitely isn't going to go grey if she keeps up her current pace. "What if the long time is the good time?" If there's a joke here about not finishing too fast, it isn't where his head is at. He'd much prefer the idea of keeping her around as long as he can, is all.
As she requests another flower, he plucks off just one petal and drops it into her awaiting grip. "Ew, he does what?!" He's practically clutching his pearls at the idea that Mateo's waltzing around with part of a body on him. "That's disgusting. Next you're gonna tell me he has tooth earrings." Body parts and a skeleton he has to wheel around is strictly out, but the idea of a possessed object has a certain appeal. "I can see that," he laughs freely, picturing her as a shrieking sword that screams not with metal on metal in the heat of battle, but the scorn of not being polished just so. As she turns towards him, he jousts out experimentally with his flower-sword, swiping it to and fro in front of her face, petals shaking with the promise of glinting steel. "You think I'd actually pass up the chance to have you roast my enemies and my fashion choices?" He grins, booping her nose with a flower. "No shot. If you're a haunted sword, I'd carry you all over Caido."
She definitely isn't going to go grey if she keeps up her current pace. "What if the long time is the good time?" If there's a joke here about not finishing too fast, it isn't where his head is at. He'd much prefer the idea of keeping her around as long as he can, is all.
As she requests another flower, he plucks off just one petal and drops it into her awaiting grip. "Ew, he does what?!" He's practically clutching his pearls at the idea that Mateo's waltzing around with part of a body on him. "That's disgusting. Next you're gonna tell me he has tooth earrings." Body parts and a skeleton he has to wheel around is strictly out, but the idea of a possessed object has a certain appeal. "I can see that," he laughs freely, picturing her as a shrieking sword that screams not with metal on metal in the heat of battle, but the scorn of not being polished just so. As she turns towards him, he jousts out experimentally with his flower-sword, swiping it to and fro in front of her face, petals shaking with the promise of glinting steel. "You think I'd actually pass up the chance to have you roast my enemies and my fashion choices?" He grins, booping her nose with a flower. "No shot. If you're a haunted sword, I'd carry you all over Caido."
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
