Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
Kaisel squints at a geyser blowing its top, the glint of the sun in the spray casting a nice colorful backdrop behind Liam, but it also adds an addition of heat and humidity that makes him glad Longheat is over. His attention settles back on Liam as he returns the greeting and agrees, a ripple of relief tugging out of Kaisel's shoulders noticeably. "Oh thank the gods, I thought I was going to have to go for a run otherwise." Barely a tolerable exercise as it is when he's got drill sergeants or a ridiculously fit queen barking at him, but definitely insufferable alone.
As for what? "Just anything not running," Kaisel laughs. "I didn't really bring anything for training. I mean, I got knives and my chakram in my bag," he swings it around off his back, charm glinting in the sunlight as it spins with the motion. He pats it affectionately before letting it hit the sand at his feet. "But, well, unless you got armor laying around or wooden versions of everything I don't really wanna send either of us to the hospital, and holding back is no fun. So, what do you say, some good ol' fists and feet?"
As for what? "Just anything not running," Kaisel laughs. "I didn't really bring anything for training. I mean, I got knives and my chakram in my bag," he swings it around off his back, charm glinting in the sunlight as it spins with the motion. He pats it affectionately before letting it hit the sand at his feet. "But, well, unless you got armor laying around or wooden versions of everything I don't really wanna send either of us to the hospital, and holding back is no fun. So, what do you say, some good ol' fists and feet?"
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
