Honey wherever you go, I know
Her reemergence into visibility isn't startling, it's a damned relief, proof that there isn't some other shenanigan tucked up her sleeve, or down his shirt. Although, she can pull off plenty while in plain sight, so he doesn't lose all of his wary edge just yet. It is enough to smooth over his paranoia, defenses (useless as they had been) lowering, especially at the bright, lovely sound of her laugh.
He can't quite match her beat for beat, given this is very much a laughing at him scenario and not a laughing with him one, but it's contagious and utterly absurd and he has never minded bearing the brunt of a joke. It starts as a smile quirking up the edges of his frown, set there by the frog and the chaos, and then it quivers free as a series of chuckles that have his hand holding his face like it might keep some of it back. "Because why would there be a ghost here!" he says in utter delight at her mischief, well aware when he's been properly had. Loath as he is to admit it, this might be the best one she's pulled on him yet. "And, my fingers were trapped!" Obviously. "So I was disadvantaged." This excuse would never fly with his commanding officers and he doesn't think it'll carry any more weight with her, but it's the best he's got.
"What!?" Now he's completely rolling back into their normal flow, his disbelief at her disbelief like something they can keep stacking with more and more put on show. "I launched him, just like the big one!" Well, Nova launched him, but same same. Scoffing, he reaches out quickly to wipe Rupert's wetness on her arm, a taste of her own medicine in some small manner which absolutely isn't enough payback, but will do for now. He still owes her for Niki too. "Look!" he swings his backpack around to his front, pointing at some patterns of ruin where the acid had drizzled down on it. "That," he taps proudly, "is the toad's burning death spray. Had to toss out the clothes I wore that day."
He can't quite match her beat for beat, given this is very much a laughing at him scenario and not a laughing with him one, but it's contagious and utterly absurd and he has never minded bearing the brunt of a joke. It starts as a smile quirking up the edges of his frown, set there by the frog and the chaos, and then it quivers free as a series of chuckles that have his hand holding his face like it might keep some of it back. "Because why would there be a ghost here!" he says in utter delight at her mischief, well aware when he's been properly had. Loath as he is to admit it, this might be the best one she's pulled on him yet. "And, my fingers were trapped!" Obviously. "So I was disadvantaged." This excuse would never fly with his commanding officers and he doesn't think it'll carry any more weight with her, but it's the best he's got.
"What!?" Now he's completely rolling back into their normal flow, his disbelief at her disbelief like something they can keep stacking with more and more put on show. "I launched him, just like the big one!" Well, Nova launched him, but same same. Scoffing, he reaches out quickly to wipe Rupert's wetness on her arm, a taste of her own medicine in some small manner which absolutely isn't enough payback, but will do for now. He still owes her for Niki too. "Look!" he swings his backpack around to his front, pointing at some patterns of ruin where the acid had drizzled down on it. "That," he taps proudly, "is the toad's burning death spray. Had to toss out the clothes I wore that day."
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
