Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
"Alright, one day you'll have to show me them all," he laughs after her excitement, easily swept away with it as they move through the crowd back to her room. "Then I'll have to consider it." He's a bit on the outs with his chosen god, after all, but maybe he could still make it up to her somehow. Or maybe just descend into some other version of chaos and hit up Ludo more often.
"My pocket?" a 'brow sketches up at that idea, shaking his head like it'll clear the continual disbelief around her. "You're not that small, but yesss, excellent. I'll let you know." He offers a wink, sealing the dastardly deal. "I definitely owe you one now though." Model, mount, and mischief cohort? She's definitely a friend now. "Hit me up if you ever need something," a pause, as he considers for a moment, "within reason," he amends. It's not a promise, exactly, but it is an offer and he's not about to tie himself up into some wild ride over poorly chosen words. Growth.
Back in the room he sets about collecting his bag and the pad and paper, only glancing over his shoulder when she extends an all too familiar offer. Deja vu keeps trying to rear its head here, just this one has horns. "I'm grateful, but I've got somewhere important to be in the morning, and if I don't go home and water my plants, they're going to tell my friend's brother and he'll have my balls for it." It might sound like the most madeup excuse, but Kaisel isn't really in the market of lying and his tone is completely flat with the seriousness of the matter. His balls even creep up a little higher as if sensing the impending severing. "We definitely need to hang out again though," he grins, although he does hope she'll be wearing more clothes then.
"My pocket?" a 'brow sketches up at that idea, shaking his head like it'll clear the continual disbelief around her. "You're not that small, but yesss, excellent. I'll let you know." He offers a wink, sealing the dastardly deal. "I definitely owe you one now though." Model, mount, and mischief cohort? She's definitely a friend now. "Hit me up if you ever need something," a pause, as he considers for a moment, "within reason," he amends. It's not a promise, exactly, but it is an offer and he's not about to tie himself up into some wild ride over poorly chosen words. Growth.
Back in the room he sets about collecting his bag and the pad and paper, only glancing over his shoulder when she extends an all too familiar offer. Deja vu keeps trying to rear its head here, just this one has horns. "I'm grateful, but I've got somewhere important to be in the morning, and if I don't go home and water my plants, they're going to tell my friend's brother and he'll have my balls for it." It might sound like the most madeup excuse, but Kaisel isn't really in the market of lying and his tone is completely flat with the seriousness of the matter. His balls even creep up a little higher as if sensing the impending severing. "We definitely need to hang out again though," he grins, although he does hope she'll be wearing more clothes then.
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
