Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
"I am not a baby," he scoffs loudly in response to the grating insult, his pen smacking his paper as he levels her with a stare bordering on a pout. To her, relatively, absolutely he is. To his parents, eternally it'd seem. To his cousin, too often. So he's not particularly embracing of the label, however apt it might be. Babies don't get to do cool shit.
The bright laugh and answer that sweep in after that remark don't help, making it seem like the most foolish thing he's asked her yet. He just gestures with a hand towards, well everything happening here, as if the confusion is equally apparent. "Because why else would you be here, doing this?" A realization dawns on him suddenly though and he gasps audibly, clutching at the edges of his notepad. "Oh shit, did they die?"
She appears so suddenly behind him he hasn't even finished registering that she left the bed. The tickle of her breath against his ear shoots him to the moon, his body taking a screenshot before he keels over to the side in front of him. "WHAT!?" Is all he has time to manage after a brief impersonation of a fainting goat, and then she's poof, gone again and back on the bed with all the same sultry slopes. "What!?" he repeats as he pushes himself back into a sit, his hair somehow more mussied than before, which is saying a lot since it's the end of the day. "How did you?" He glances behind him, then back to the bed, then back behind him. "Oh my gods, do it again, that was fucking cool!" Frey rules blah blah, teleportation is much more interesting than a god discovering mitosis.
The bright laugh and answer that sweep in after that remark don't help, making it seem like the most foolish thing he's asked her yet. He just gestures with a hand towards, well everything happening here, as if the confusion is equally apparent. "Because why else would you be here, doing this?" A realization dawns on him suddenly though and he gasps audibly, clutching at the edges of his notepad. "Oh shit, did they die?"
She appears so suddenly behind him he hasn't even finished registering that she left the bed. The tickle of her breath against his ear shoots him to the moon, his body taking a screenshot before he keels over to the side in front of him. "WHAT!?" Is all he has time to manage after a brief impersonation of a fainting goat, and then she's poof, gone again and back on the bed with all the same sultry slopes. "What!?" he repeats as he pushes himself back into a sit, his hair somehow more mussied than before, which is saying a lot since it's the end of the day. "How did you?" He glances behind him, then back to the bed, then back behind him. "Oh my gods, do it again, that was fucking cool!" Frey rules blah blah, teleportation is much more interesting than a god discovering mitosis.
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
