Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
Kaisel has returned to Torchline with the careful plan of finding Caly once more, but he chickens out a bit on his way to the Hanged Man, and ends up just wandering the streets lost in thought. Maybe he should write her first. Maybe he should write her first. Maybe he should mail the letter instead of handing it off—because what then? Awkwardly stand there while she reads it? Tell her to read it later when it’s already everything he feels, written down? He's running out of time to make a move, he knows, but he's so anxious not to make another wrong one it feels like every footstep to take is a challenge.
It's one such absentminded stroll that he spies Liam on. As eager as he is to decide, the promise of wearing out nerves with something more physical and familiar is enticing. He needs something that isn’t thinking. Something that’ll leave him sweating and panting, his nerves beaten out of him blow by blow until only the answer’s left.
"Hey, Liam!" he calls out, becoming increasingly familiar with the other man who he's found to be a bit solemn, but otherwise easy to get along with, and definitely ripped enough to be a worthwhile sparring partner. "Wanna get some practice in together?" he offers with an easy smile. He's in his usual casual dress, boots and baggy pants and a hoodie drawn over his shirt, but it's fine enough to fight in.
It's one such absentminded stroll that he spies Liam on. As eager as he is to decide, the promise of wearing out nerves with something more physical and familiar is enticing. He needs something that isn’t thinking. Something that’ll leave him sweating and panting, his nerves beaten out of him blow by blow until only the answer’s left.
"Hey, Liam!" he calls out, becoming increasingly familiar with the other man who he's found to be a bit solemn, but otherwise easy to get along with, and definitely ripped enough to be a worthwhile sparring partner. "Wanna get some practice in together?" he offers with an easy smile. He's in his usual casual dress, boots and baggy pants and a hoodie drawn over his shirt, but it's fine enough to fight in.
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
