Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
"Just uh, taken by the art." Maybe the more he can reinforce this idea that this is strictly about the process and the drawing, the more Charlie, the priestess of chaos and entropy, will abide by some sense of code. It's also a lot easier than explaining whatever the fuck he actually is, because taken is definitely not it. Confused, definitely. Intimidated, by Charlie, completely. Anxious, about insane letters and naked women with sharp teeth, entirely.
The fizzle of flame she conjures, combined with her tail, horns, sharp teeth, and the general den of sin they're in, feels a bit too much like Hell. His step stutters for just a moment as he glances back towards the door, wondering if he should just make a break for it and escape now while his soul is still intact. Except, fuck, he really wants to finish this tonight and give it back to Frey, that way it'd be ready to give to Flora next time he sees her, which is gonna have to be real soon based on how nonsensical her notes were. Something's off, and he means to figure out what, as soon as he sketches this pint-sized priestess nude.
Deeper into hell it is, then.
"Quite the shrine you've built then," he commends, distracted as he gets situated. Though, when he glances back up to find she hasn't moved, and worse, doesn't intend to without assistance, it's all he can do to keep from drawing a stick figure with boobs and calling it a day. Scrunching his 'brows together in assessment of her, he ends up placing his pad and pen to the side and gets back to his feet. "Yeah, sorry, no problem. Happy to help unzip you." Can be a hard thing to reach on your own sometimes, depending on the dress, and the girl.
With all the same intent and focus as when he helps his mother with this, Kaisel steps in beside her. He reaches to sweep her hair out of the way with one hand, not wanting any strands getting accidentally tugged, while the other sets about to whatever method and contraption she's got to keep her dress fitted to her.
The fizzle of flame she conjures, combined with her tail, horns, sharp teeth, and the general den of sin they're in, feels a bit too much like Hell. His step stutters for just a moment as he glances back towards the door, wondering if he should just make a break for it and escape now while his soul is still intact. Except, fuck, he really wants to finish this tonight and give it back to Frey, that way it'd be ready to give to Flora next time he sees her, which is gonna have to be real soon based on how nonsensical her notes were. Something's off, and he means to figure out what, as soon as he sketches this pint-sized priestess nude.
Deeper into hell it is, then.
"Quite the shrine you've built then," he commends, distracted as he gets situated. Though, when he glances back up to find she hasn't moved, and worse, doesn't intend to without assistance, it's all he can do to keep from drawing a stick figure with boobs and calling it a day. Scrunching his 'brows together in assessment of her, he ends up placing his pad and pen to the side and gets back to his feet. "Yeah, sorry, no problem. Happy to help unzip you." Can be a hard thing to reach on your own sometimes, depending on the dress, and the girl.
With all the same intent and focus as when he helps his mother with this, Kaisel steps in beside her. He reaches to sweep her hair out of the way with one hand, not wanting any strands getting accidentally tugged, while the other sets about to whatever method and contraption she's got to keep her dress fitted to her.
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
