Honey wherever you go, I know
His shoulders rise up as a shudder crawls along his neck, hairs disturbed just enough to be noteworthy, but so light it can only be something sneaky, like a mosquito or maybe a pickpocket going for his backpack. He whirls suddenly, body tense as he readies for a swing or a grab. His fingers are accidentally bound within the toy though, pulling apart too quickly to properly release the trap. This would be bad enough on its own, but punctuated by the jolt of surprise at seeing a ghost instead of an urchin, and Kaisel stumbles. His elbows flap at his sides with the failed effort to raise a hand, fingers squished into a vice of wicker pressure, and fear wilts his outrage into a warning wail, "g-g-ghost!"
His momentum reels with all the abrupt changes to where it thought it was going, so he staggers back, very unathletically, into the stand of glass displays with a piercing chime of too many fragile things striking each other forcefully. It's the only thing that keeps him from fully falling onto his ass, although whether that's an actual good thing or not remains to be seen as the merchant's cries grouse up, honking every imaginable complaint and combination of curses like a pissed off goose. "GHOST!" Kaisel repeats, like the rest of the onlookers aren't panicked enough about the VERY real threat in front of them, and all the while the infernal finger trap binds him like a tiny straight-jacket, unyielding under his repeated attempts to tug for freedom.
His momentum reels with all the abrupt changes to where it thought it was going, so he staggers back, very unathletically, into the stand of glass displays with a piercing chime of too many fragile things striking each other forcefully. It's the only thing that keeps him from fully falling onto his ass, although whether that's an actual good thing or not remains to be seen as the merchant's cries grouse up, honking every imaginable complaint and combination of curses like a pissed off goose. "GHOST!" Kaisel repeats, like the rest of the onlookers aren't panicked enough about the VERY real threat in front of them, and all the while the infernal finger trap binds him like a tiny straight-jacket, unyielding under his repeated attempts to tug for freedom.
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
