I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
Oh yeah, being invited over to Koa's house, no biggie. He hasn't been avoiding his cousin at all. Hasn't been dodging the truth that he's not moving back to Stormbreak, that he can't stay a Dragoon then, that he's making that insane sounding choice because he fucked shit up with Caly, which is in part because he sleptover with Flora in all the ways parents worry about after a certain age. The same Flora, let it be known, that Koa recently told him he's still in love with. The same Flora, in fact, that Kaisel hoped Koa would continue to love.
NO SWEAT.
He'll just pretend everything's normal while doing the dull task of sewing with all manner of sharp objects at close range for someone who's been known to crash out easily as of late. Everyone knows Kaisel is real good at pretend, that's why he never gets nightmares after watching plays that are too realistic or hearing particularly spooky stories late at night. Hahahaha.
"I got the shit!" he announces as he shoulders open the door into the familiar home, arms laden with bags spilling with every manner of dark colored cloth and ornament he could find. He might have been prolonging this inevitability by shopping for as long as he could, buying enough supplies to create their own Ludo costume pop-up shop if they wanted. Koa meanwhile has been in charge of arranging snacks and drinks, which Kaisel fully intends to stuff into his face to avoid anything stupid coming out of it.
He sets all the garments bits down with a dramatic heave onto the table a canister of iridescent beads immediately spilling across it.
NO SWEAT.
He'll just pretend everything's normal while doing the dull task of sewing with all manner of sharp objects at close range for someone who's been known to crash out easily as of late. Everyone knows Kaisel is real good at pretend, that's why he never gets nightmares after watching plays that are too realistic or hearing particularly spooky stories late at night. Hahahaha.
"I got the shit!" he announces as he shoulders open the door into the familiar home, arms laden with bags spilling with every manner of dark colored cloth and ornament he could find. He might have been prolonging this inevitability by shopping for as long as he could, buying enough supplies to create their own Ludo costume pop-up shop if they wanted. Koa meanwhile has been in charge of arranging snacks and drinks, which Kaisel fully intends to stuff into his face to avoid anything stupid coming out of it.
He sets all the garments bits down with a dramatic heave onto the table a canister of iridescent beads immediately spilling across it.
Kaisel
I keep acting tough but maybe I'm not good enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
