Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
A jolt runs up his spine at the curl of her tail, hair prickling on the back of his neck at the unexpected touch. He'd maneuvered around it to avoid accidentally bumping it, but seems he should have kept a better eye on what exactly it'd do to him. He stiffens against the curl of it, quickly realizing that what he'd thought would be the hardest part—convincing someone to do this with him—wouldn't be nearly as difficult as escaping her when he was done, not if this is just the start of meeting her.
Though Kaisel and shy have never really gone hand in hand, there's something to being wholly unprepared for the tilt of her gaze, a rake of teeth he can feel just in the light of her smile, that makes him entirely bashful. "Oh, uh—it wasn't really any one thing in particular. Just, your vibe," he mumbles with the hint of blush on his neck coming in under her clear survey. Something akin to pride wonders if he's found worthy of whatever she's looking for, though he has no intention of actually getting to the bottom of that.
He rather thinks he nailed the fact he did not intrude upon someone waiting on their date to arrive, but he is regretting that he didn't take the time to observe a bit longer and select a more tired looking courtesan for these efforts. He attempts to put some distance between them as he backs up, leaning against the bar at arm's length, leg tugging the cord of her tail with the effort of this mild escape. "N-n-no," he clarifies with a stammer, angling further back as she dips in. Flora had always been a tease, and Caly had always felt like a breath he couldn't quite catch all the way. This feels like arson waiting to happen, and he's looking for the first lake to jump into. "I'd be drawing you," he says with the strain of something forced to be soft, his mouth suddenly dry as she withdraws the tied stem.
His lean has taken such a slant that he nearly falls off the bar counter as her tail draws a surprising tickle up his leg. His hand falls away abruptly, but he catches himself, a shaky laugh cleaving the tension. "I'm Kaisel," he offers instead, trying to find comfort in the familiar smile he extends her. "I just want to draw you, nothing more," he stresses, stray hand reaching down to swat pointedly at her tail. "Though it would be helpful if you tried to sit still. I'm not exactly a practiced artist."
Though Kaisel and shy have never really gone hand in hand, there's something to being wholly unprepared for the tilt of her gaze, a rake of teeth he can feel just in the light of her smile, that makes him entirely bashful. "Oh, uh—it wasn't really any one thing in particular. Just, your vibe," he mumbles with the hint of blush on his neck coming in under her clear survey. Something akin to pride wonders if he's found worthy of whatever she's looking for, though he has no intention of actually getting to the bottom of that.
He rather thinks he nailed the fact he did not intrude upon someone waiting on their date to arrive, but he is regretting that he didn't take the time to observe a bit longer and select a more tired looking courtesan for these efforts. He attempts to put some distance between them as he backs up, leaning against the bar at arm's length, leg tugging the cord of her tail with the effort of this mild escape. "N-n-no," he clarifies with a stammer, angling further back as she dips in. Flora had always been a tease, and Caly had always felt like a breath he couldn't quite catch all the way. This feels like arson waiting to happen, and he's looking for the first lake to jump into. "I'd be drawing you," he says with the strain of something forced to be soft, his mouth suddenly dry as she withdraws the tied stem.
His lean has taken such a slant that he nearly falls off the bar counter as her tail draws a surprising tickle up his leg. His hand falls away abruptly, but he catches himself, a shaky laugh cleaving the tension. "I'm Kaisel," he offers instead, trying to find comfort in the familiar smile he extends her. "I just want to draw you, nothing more," he stresses, stray hand reaching down to swat pointedly at her tail. "Though it would be helpful if you tried to sit still. I'm not exactly a practiced artist."
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
