Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
He dragged his feet too long about this task and now everything's even more fucked than before.
Marching from his house with a long stride, Kaisel enters the House of Midnight with some goddamn purpose for once. No listing around the bar, no ghosting around the fancy rooms, no mulling over life's decisions on the patio like a sad sack. Unfortunately the door takes the brunt of his newfound fervor, swinging against the wall with a loud WHAM! that causes the nearby patrons to startle a bit. The conversation lulls briefly as gazes turn to him.
"Sorry!" he reassures with a raised hand and cringing shoulders, gently turning the door around behind him and shutting it with a soft click. The only eyes still one him are those of the burly security, and he waves nervously towards them. Finally they relent, stare resuming it's flicking coast over the crowd.
So THEN Kaisel resumes his purpose, beelining for the first woman he sees at the bar top that looks like she might be an employee here. He's not trying to get slapped tonight (or punched in the face, which has been a recent favorite for some to attempt) by approaching someone here waiting on an actual date. "Hey!" he greets as he slides up beside her, dodging the tail, which is harder than it sounds since it seems to move all around. "Could I hire you tonight to practice some uh, art. Some art. Nude art." He offers a smile, but it feels a little shaky and out of place, his surefooted confidence wavering a bit now that he's actually talking to her about this.
Marching from his house with a long stride, Kaisel enters the House of Midnight with some goddamn purpose for once. No listing around the bar, no ghosting around the fancy rooms, no mulling over life's decisions on the patio like a sad sack. Unfortunately the door takes the brunt of his newfound fervor, swinging against the wall with a loud WHAM! that causes the nearby patrons to startle a bit. The conversation lulls briefly as gazes turn to him.
"Sorry!" he reassures with a raised hand and cringing shoulders, gently turning the door around behind him and shutting it with a soft click. The only eyes still one him are those of the burly security, and he waves nervously towards them. Finally they relent, stare resuming it's flicking coast over the crowd.
So THEN Kaisel resumes his purpose, beelining for the first woman he sees at the bar top that looks like she might be an employee here. He's not trying to get slapped tonight (or punched in the face, which has been a recent favorite for some to attempt) by approaching someone here waiting on an actual date. "Hey!" he greets as he slides up beside her, dodging the tail, which is harder than it sounds since it seems to move all around. "Could I hire you tonight to practice some uh, art. Some art. Nude art." He offers a smile, but it feels a little shaky and out of place, his surefooted confidence wavering a bit now that he's actually talking to her about this.
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
