the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
He throws his hands up from his merman display in triumph at her correct guess, finding it just as victorious to have mimed correctly as to name the charade. "Yesss," he laughs, hauling himself back to his feet. He dusts himself off, hand brushing over something sticky that lingers on the side of one pocket. Grimacing, he wipes at it with a napkin, but it persists. The downside to commitment, it'd seem, or just the half-assed cleaning of the darkest corner.
Pushing his wonder about what, precisely, is sticking to his clothing, he sinks back into his seat in preparation for her turn. He grabs at another sip of beer, pointedly ignoring all the attention from the surrounding patrons that they've begun to acquire. "Hmmmm," he ponders for a moment, head tilted with chin in hand upon the table. Five words had confused him a bit a first, and he counted under his breath at the possibilities as he paired them up with the brief display she'd given him. A bit less confident than before, he carefully says, "Deimos?" The stern features certainly match, and the thrusting maneuver certainly appears like a sword.
As it turns back over to him, he grabs for a card. Glancing at it for a moment in thought, he makes a decision and rises to his feet. He flashes her 2 fingers, and motions with an arc over his head that he's applying the motions to entire name. He grabs for the lantern on the table and sets it down between his feet, the light casting bold shadows where his legs block it. He also angles himself away from her, just enough to still glance over his shoulder, which he does with a lazy, lip-pursed effect. His fingertips have slid into his pockets, just the tips, and he shrugs faintly when his eyes meet her.
Pushing his wonder about what, precisely, is sticking to his clothing, he sinks back into his seat in preparation for her turn. He grabs at another sip of beer, pointedly ignoring all the attention from the surrounding patrons that they've begun to acquire. "Hmmmm," he ponders for a moment, head tilted with chin in hand upon the table. Five words had confused him a bit a first, and he counted under his breath at the possibilities as he paired them up with the brief display she'd given him. A bit less confident than before, he carefully says, "Deimos?" The stern features certainly match, and the thrusting maneuver certainly appears like a sword.
As it turns back over to him, he grabs for a card. Glancing at it for a moment in thought, he makes a decision and rises to his feet. He flashes her 2 fingers, and motions with an arc over his head that he's applying the motions to entire name. He grabs for the lantern on the table and sets it down between his feet, the light casting bold shadows where his legs block it. He also angles himself away from her, just enough to still glance over his shoulder, which he does with a lazy, lip-pursed effect. His fingertips have slid into his pockets, just the tips, and he shrugs faintly when his eyes meet her.
Kaisel
everybody come hang, let's go out with a bang
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
