One 'brow lifts higher than the other as Ever carefully removes the peace offering, like someone who has reluctantly offered to share their candy with you expecting you to say no thanks. Fortunately for Ever, Kaisel cares a lot less about sea glass than he does candy, so other than a bemused expression he pays the exchange little more attention.
As if the mildest form of vengeance possible, Ever returns the favor, grabbing the pad of paper from between Kaisel's hands before he has the sense to hold on firmer. A quiet squeak breaks free as Kaisel's mouth hangs open in bewilderment, but he clamps his mouth shut, one hand pressing over it for good measure. As Ever writes, careful with each stroke, Kaisel can't help but lean forward with a curious press of what the fuck is he doing? He'd heard Ever speak already, so he doesn't need the notepad.
The man returns the pad with what could have been the page of a book cut out and pasted on if not for Kaisel having watched him jot it down. Damn, that's kinda scary just how neat it is. Kaisel doesn't think he could manage that even if he tried really hard, which he certainly would not be doing. Once he gets over the way the words look, he reads them, a risk of a laugh breaking in that again he chokes back. While he imagines Frey would not mind senseless noises, he's not jeopardizing it.
Kaisel glances up, a two-fingered salute in greeting given before he sets his pen back to the pad, careless with his strokes in the hurry to get them down and communicate. If this was all he could ever do, it'd be fucking exhausting, which is maybe part of the point Frey is trying to make, their one warning having gone a bit unheeded among all the chaos of his mind and, well, everything as of late. How had it been simpler when the Family had been here?
Hi Everest, that's a dope name.
I was a Stormbreak Dragoon, I've been in King's End ever since the tower.
I can hear, so you can speak. The notepad is for a quest.
As if the mildest form of vengeance possible, Ever returns the favor, grabbing the pad of paper from between Kaisel's hands before he has the sense to hold on firmer. A quiet squeak breaks free as Kaisel's mouth hangs open in bewilderment, but he clamps his mouth shut, one hand pressing over it for good measure. As Ever writes, careful with each stroke, Kaisel can't help but lean forward with a curious press of what the fuck is he doing? He'd heard Ever speak already, so he doesn't need the notepad.
The man returns the pad with what could have been the page of a book cut out and pasted on if not for Kaisel having watched him jot it down. Damn, that's kinda scary just how neat it is. Kaisel doesn't think he could manage that even if he tried really hard, which he certainly would not be doing. Once he gets over the way the words look, he reads them, a risk of a laugh breaking in that again he chokes back. While he imagines Frey would not mind senseless noises, he's not jeopardizing it.
Kaisel glances up, a two-fingered salute in greeting given before he sets his pen back to the pad, careless with his strokes in the hurry to get them down and communicate. If this was all he could ever do, it'd be fucking exhausting, which is maybe part of the point Frey is trying to make, their one warning having gone a bit unheeded among all the chaos of his mind and, well, everything as of late. How had it been simpler when the Family had been here?
Hi Everest, that's a dope name.
I was a Stormbreak Dragoon, I've been in King's End ever since the tower.
I can hear, so you can speak. The notepad is for a quest.
Kaisel
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
