Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
Breathing hard from the work out and definitely not wanting to run the risk of a bruised face after that close call, Kaisel is more than happy to end this here and pick up an actual game. "I'm always game for bullshit," he grins lopsided in response to her, rolling one shoulder back. "However, I am done harassing you with kites, yes." He glances up at the one he's still got a hold of, the edges a bit beat up and limp now from all the sharp motions. Hers fared pretty well though, and it proved he'd made them somewhat decently after all.
"Alright, gimme your kite. I'll meet you at the White Hart for dinner and games?" He goes to gather his jacket and bundle of other creations while she untangles herself from hers. The dead one he'd chucked at her had since been whipped off the edge and flung into the abyss, and hers isn't in the best shape after all the beatings, but it's knowledge he can use to fortify the others. "Thanks for your help, I think these held up okay!"
[FIN]
"Alright, gimme your kite. I'll meet you at the White Hart for dinner and games?" He goes to gather his jacket and bundle of other creations while she untangles herself from hers. The dead one he'd chucked at her had since been whipped off the edge and flung into the abyss, and hers isn't in the best shape after all the beatings, but it's knowledge he can use to fortify the others. "Thanks for your help, I think these held up okay!"
[FIN]
It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on the floor
It's just your shadow on the floor
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
