C-4, I do that damage—My ego is titanic
He doesn't understand how people enjoy this. He truly doesn't. He just reads the same paragraph over and over, realizing that when he gets to the end of it he's somehow managed to spend the time reading it, but retained none of it. It's like the moment the second word sets in his thoughts drift, wondering about all manner of inane shit like how exactly they put sesame seeds onto buns and if there's an exact way to ensure they all spread evenly instead of bunch up. That makes him wonder what the fuck a sesame seed actually even is, and how people decided to start eating them (watched birds maybe, in which case, which birds?).
What's the difference between the long-legged birds and the stubby ones. Are they like cousins or more like second-cousins? Wait, what exactly even is a second-cousin? Is that what makes a great-uncle? He never met his great grandpa, but he's heard all these great things about him.
Oh, the paragraph is over. SHIT—AGAIN?
He can't do it. He can't read the paragraph about how to build the kite's frame for a fourth time. With a dramatic sigh he tilts back in his chair instead, finding the balancing point where he won't quite fall back and set the butterflies in his stomach swarming, and how far exactly he can push it when he hooks his toe against the table leg as a counterbalance and secure hold. In so doing he catches an upside-down glance at Zenith, who seems to be one of those readers with the way he's engrossed in some book, not even able to find a seat before he digs into the pages.
Just then the point of no return is passed and Kaisel falls back with a clatter and a windmill of limbs.
What's the difference between the long-legged birds and the stubby ones. Are they like cousins or more like second-cousins? Wait, what exactly even is a second-cousin? Is that what makes a great-uncle? He never met his great grandpa, but he's heard all these great things about him.
Oh, the paragraph is over. SHIT—AGAIN?
He can't do it. He can't read the paragraph about how to build the kite's frame for a fourth time. With a dramatic sigh he tilts back in his chair instead, finding the balancing point where he won't quite fall back and set the butterflies in his stomach swarming, and how far exactly he can push it when he hooks his toe against the table leg as a counterbalance and secure hold. In so doing he catches an upside-down glance at Zenith, who seems to be one of those readers with the way he's engrossed in some book, not even able to find a seat before he digs into the pages.
Just then the point of no return is passed and Kaisel falls back with a clatter and a windmill of limbs.
Kaisel
I woke up in self-destruction mode—Watch me go, I'ma do it again
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
