Kaisel
With Liam's approval, Kaisel intends to do exactly that. So as he begins to finish he sets about on a hunt for something that could leave a lasting mark on the heads of the dummies. Coming up a bit short, he glances over at Remi. "Hey... uh, you don't by chance, also ink do you?" Although Kaisel doesn't normally mind asking anyone just about anything, this feels somehow, overly intimate and embarrassing, like he's asking Remi to piss in a cup for him. He holds up one of the cloth faces to demonstrate his intent, tracing a frowny face on it with his finger and emulating with his own expression. "Just to give them more character, yanno. Motivation."
Inked or not, Liam's warning about the storm turns Kaisel's attention from procurement to protection. He scrambles to his nest of hay and hurriedly arranges some of the supply crates like a wind block curving around it. He also piles the heavier cloth and leather frames of the already stuffed targets on top. For good measure he flops his body on top of it all like he'd actually just been building the lumpiest, itchiest bed instead. In starfish position, his body weight spreads evenly.
Kaisel uses the supply boxes as wind blocks and lays on top of the pile.
Inked or not, Liam's warning about the storm turns Kaisel's attention from procurement to protection. He scrambles to his nest of hay and hurriedly arranges some of the supply crates like a wind block curving around it. He also piles the heavier cloth and leather frames of the already stuffed targets on top. For good measure he flops his body on top of it all like he'd actually just been building the lumpiest, itchiest bed instead. In starfish position, his body weight spreads evenly.
Kaisel uses the supply boxes as wind blocks and lays on top of the pile.
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
