Well pardon my manners, just something about you turns me to a savage
Things continue to go so poorly according to plan that Kaisel is beginning to wonder if planning is just a futile effort at this point. Thankfully, he can go with the flow, so other than a moment of utter disappointment at his organizing being blown clean through by the void, he's just content enough that they made it out and are here now, together.
"Yeah?" he asks with a brief, small laugh. "You gonna tell him you got your hands in my pants?" The crooked tilt of his lips suggests he only means it in jest, while the scrunched focus of his eyes and how they don't skip to her tells it plain that he doesn't mean anything by it. His pants are the least of his concern today, clearly as he'll likely have to throw this other pair out after this. They swap, his hands rubbing thoroughly against each other under the stream of water, and the rag his spare shorts scrubbing away the rest. Like her, he's mostly cleaned as he blots at the lingering blood that splattered up along his clothes, but the faintest speckling of violet remains.
He flicks the remaining moisture away from his finger tips, rubbing them on his pantleg, as his gaze does finally return to her. Gods, she's somehow more beautiful than he remembers. "So how ya been Caly?" he asks gently, leaning against the well now too. He's not entirely sure how to navigate all this with her, just that he means to try, that he intends to lay all his cards down for her to see, even if they're playing against each other.
"Oh," he says suddenly, a wisp of his plan returning. He reaches into his pocket and withdraws the small box he'd tucked there. He holds it out to her with a blush creeping in on his neck. "I got this for you, as a belated birthday present. Since—" he just lets it drop there, like maybe it's better that he doesn't remind them both of what they already know so well. Inside the box, should she choose to ever take it or open it, she'd fine a pair of earrings. Small little stained-glass suns that will dangle off her earlobe, each orange and gold laid in with colored glass of different hues.
"Yeah?" he asks with a brief, small laugh. "You gonna tell him you got your hands in my pants?" The crooked tilt of his lips suggests he only means it in jest, while the scrunched focus of his eyes and how they don't skip to her tells it plain that he doesn't mean anything by it. His pants are the least of his concern today, clearly as he'll likely have to throw this other pair out after this. They swap, his hands rubbing thoroughly against each other under the stream of water, and the rag his spare shorts scrubbing away the rest. Like her, he's mostly cleaned as he blots at the lingering blood that splattered up along his clothes, but the faintest speckling of violet remains.
He flicks the remaining moisture away from his finger tips, rubbing them on his pantleg, as his gaze does finally return to her. Gods, she's somehow more beautiful than he remembers. "So how ya been Caly?" he asks gently, leaning against the well now too. He's not entirely sure how to navigate all this with her, just that he means to try, that he intends to lay all his cards down for her to see, even if they're playing against each other.
"Oh," he says suddenly, a wisp of his plan returning. He reaches into his pocket and withdraws the small box he'd tucked there. He holds it out to her with a blush creeping in on his neck. "I got this for you, as a belated birthday present. Since—" he just lets it drop there, like maybe it's better that he doesn't remind them both of what they already know so well. Inside the box, should she choose to ever take it or open it, she'd fine a pair of earrings. Small little stained-glass suns that will dangle off her earlobe, each orange and gold laid in with colored glass of different hues.
Kaisel
Got me running in circles around you to please you, I do what I need to
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
