Kaisel
His attention shifts from the butter-flaked perfection of pastries to the tree-tousled man that the forest deposits. His 'brows lift a bit in surprise, and he glances towards the still quivering boughs above as he greets the others. When he approaches though, with a hand and a name, Kaisel's face visibly brightens. "REMI!" he repeats with gusto, passing off the pastries to just one hand to free up his other, wherein he promptly dabs Remi up. His open palm slaps Remi's with a thumb hold, and he leans in for a quick half hug of their chest and shoulders. "My man," he says with genuine appreciation. "I did not know Flora's dad was like that." Clearly meaning, down to dab.
As for the lesson on the trees, which Liam only adds to, Kaisel finds himself vastly outnumbered by tree huggers here. The Greatwood has a way of rearranging itself is not what Kaisel likes to hear as the catch phrase of a forest. "Training to get creeped out," Kaisel mutters barely under his breath, the culmination of his take away from Remi and Liam's words. He feigns a cough to help cover it up, and polishes off the pastries as Liam doles out directions.
Licking off the butter residue and wiping the remnants on his pants, Kaisel sets about to moving rocks, careful to use the OSHA approved safe lifting position. This feels like training, or punishment, moving rocks from one location, to another, to just maybe move them again. "At what point is a rock considered a boulder," he thinks aloud as he struggles with one in particular, opting to roll it like the worlds saddest snowman base.
Kaisel moves rocks!
As for the lesson on the trees, which Liam only adds to, Kaisel finds himself vastly outnumbered by tree huggers here. The Greatwood has a way of rearranging itself is not what Kaisel likes to hear as the catch phrase of a forest. "Training to get creeped out," Kaisel mutters barely under his breath, the culmination of his take away from Remi and Liam's words. He feigns a cough to help cover it up, and polishes off the pastries as Liam doles out directions.
Licking off the butter residue and wiping the remnants on his pants, Kaisel sets about to moving rocks, careful to use the OSHA approved safe lifting position. This feels like training, or punishment, moving rocks from one location, to another, to just maybe move them again. "At what point is a rock considered a boulder," he thinks aloud as he struggles with one in particular, opting to roll it like the worlds saddest snowman base.
Kaisel moves rocks!
There's darkness in the distance
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
