I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
It's surprisingly easy to feel comfortable the moment he's here. Everything still holds the familiarity of past moments they've worn into present selves, of conversations wreathed in laughter and dreams discussed like inevitable blueprints they'd build. He remembers losing a tooth to that doorknob, and skinning the fuck out of his knee on that stone edge when he tripped and fell during one of the made-up games that had them dashing around the house like mad. Even the smell of it still seems tinted with the warmth of home-cooked meals shared with even better company.
It's part of why he doesn't want to come back. Not any time soon at least. There's too much history for him here. Too much habit. He needs to shake out of this comfort zone and test his limits, find out who he is when he's stripped down to nothing but himself and the clothes on his back. Find out if he's worthy at all.
"Yeah, well, always good to have choices when it comes to fashion," he chuckles back, content to let Koa arrange the goods while he slips into the snack zone. He grabs a handful of gummy worms as he counter surfs in passing to the fridge, opening it nearly at the same time Koa announces it. He reaches in almost without looking to paw at a beer, the can cracking open as he saunters back to the living room, another handful of gummy worms in tow, surprisingly tasty even with the beer, like a redneck version of boba. He surveys the 'good stuff' Koa mentions as he stands in the threshold of the kitchen and the living room, a lopsided grin breaking in at the sight of the family chexmix. "Oh you went all out!" There's a bounce to his step as he crosses to the prize bowl, gummy worms abandoned for the time being in a heap on the table edge while he funnels some of the chexmix in like a conveyor belt.
If only it could stay like this, golden and full of promise, but time has never been fond of staying still. He learned that once already in the sheets of the Sugar Tide, where forever felt like something he could tame into one night.
"Is Noe coming?" he asks around a mouthful as he wipes his hands on his pants, a sip of beer helping him swallow the overly large mouthful he'd claimed. "Feel like she'd know what to do with all of this," he gestures at the pile of darkness, reaching down to lift up one black feather and spinning it between his fingers like it's a bizarre artifact.
It's part of why he doesn't want to come back. Not any time soon at least. There's too much history for him here. Too much habit. He needs to shake out of this comfort zone and test his limits, find out who he is when he's stripped down to nothing but himself and the clothes on his back. Find out if he's worthy at all.
"Yeah, well, always good to have choices when it comes to fashion," he chuckles back, content to let Koa arrange the goods while he slips into the snack zone. He grabs a handful of gummy worms as he counter surfs in passing to the fridge, opening it nearly at the same time Koa announces it. He reaches in almost without looking to paw at a beer, the can cracking open as he saunters back to the living room, another handful of gummy worms in tow, surprisingly tasty even with the beer, like a redneck version of boba. He surveys the 'good stuff' Koa mentions as he stands in the threshold of the kitchen and the living room, a lopsided grin breaking in at the sight of the family chexmix. "Oh you went all out!" There's a bounce to his step as he crosses to the prize bowl, gummy worms abandoned for the time being in a heap on the table edge while he funnels some of the chexmix in like a conveyor belt.
If only it could stay like this, golden and full of promise, but time has never been fond of staying still. He learned that once already in the sheets of the Sugar Tide, where forever felt like something he could tame into one night.
"Is Noe coming?" he asks around a mouthful as he wipes his hands on his pants, a sip of beer helping him swallow the overly large mouthful he'd claimed. "Feel like she'd know what to do with all of this," he gestures at the pile of darkness, reaching down to lift up one black feather and spinning it between his fingers like it's a bizarre artifact.
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
