Kaisel
Kaisel glances back as Damien arrives, the man eying the work with all the expertise but none of the enthusiasm of Bob the Builder. Maybe that's just what happens to an eager handy man as life progresses. Bob got old, picked up bad habits, and lost some self-esteem through it all. The can we fix it? doesn't sound so rhetorical now, does it Bob? Not when he's saying it in a mirror, trying not to break into a sob.
A hand lifts in quiet greeting to the steady man, attention drifting back to Noah as assignments are doled out like lukewarm cafeteria food. Digging, oh boy, guess hiding from it under Liam's watch had just been foreshadowing. "Roger roger," he confirms as he slips his pack off his shoulders and swaps it out for a shovel in his hands.
As a soldier, Kaisel is accustomed to these sort of directive heavy conversations where smiles are rare and orders are long, but it doesn't mean he likes them. Which, might beg to question his career choice, but that answer is obvious—his parents are soldiers, Koa's a soldier, one of the best that he knows, so he is too. His mom always said he could use a bit more order too.
Taking up the tool, Kaisel sets it into the ground, and it nearly takes his teeth out. The vibration of it running up his arms as it hits the hard, near-frozen dirt of this place shakes the back of his eyes. He misses the Greatwood now. "Soooo, why Halo?" he asks as he adjusts his angle and his force, a foot added into the mix for good measure as he fights what seems like concrete in disguise.
Kaisel shovels (?)
A hand lifts in quiet greeting to the steady man, attention drifting back to Noah as assignments are doled out like lukewarm cafeteria food. Digging, oh boy, guess hiding from it under Liam's watch had just been foreshadowing. "Roger roger," he confirms as he slips his pack off his shoulders and swaps it out for a shovel in his hands.
As a soldier, Kaisel is accustomed to these sort of directive heavy conversations where smiles are rare and orders are long, but it doesn't mean he likes them. Which, might beg to question his career choice, but that answer is obvious—his parents are soldiers, Koa's a soldier, one of the best that he knows, so he is too. His mom always said he could use a bit more order too.
Taking up the tool, Kaisel sets it into the ground, and it nearly takes his teeth out. The vibration of it running up his arms as it hits the hard, near-frozen dirt of this place shakes the back of his eyes. He misses the Greatwood now. "Soooo, why Halo?" he asks as he adjusts his angle and his force, a foot added into the mix for good measure as he fights what seems like concrete in disguise.
Kaisel shovels (?)
You was talkin' shit in the beginning
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin'
I know it piss you off to see me winnin'
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin'
I know it piss you off to see me winnin'
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
