Got a spark in your heart so strike it
Kaisel claps as he bounces back to his feet, bent low still as he grins and steadily points at each man with wiggling finger guns, finding a rhythm to tap out with his foot. As they each show off their moves he cheers, wrapping them each under an arm in an appreciative hug and sway of newly born amicability. "Excellent! You guys really knocked it out of the park," he beams, hanging his weight between them for a moment longer before rising.
"Alright, so let's get this window fixed." He glances over at them with raised 'brows, like they might have some news or instructions to assist now that the blame game has been jiggled out of them. He scans the area, fingers holding back the glare of sunlight over his eyes. It glints across unbroken glass laid over in the distance, and Kaisel taps one of the men and points. "Look! There, that window's in good shape." And....freely on the ground, definitely doesn't seem like theft, but with so much in repair at the moment and all of it going back to the city, who's to say what's what. "You two work together to bring that new one in and slot it in place. I'll bust this broken one out."
As they step away to do as told, Kaisel punches a few of the more worrisome shards of glass free, the air from his knuckle dusters splintering it without issue onto the stone, where it should be easy to sweep up. Afterwards he wrestles with the broken frame, wrenching it free with a bit of finesse.
Kaisel sends the men to pick up a new window and removes the broken one
"Alright, so let's get this window fixed." He glances over at them with raised 'brows, like they might have some news or instructions to assist now that the blame game has been jiggled out of them. He scans the area, fingers holding back the glare of sunlight over his eyes. It glints across unbroken glass laid over in the distance, and Kaisel taps one of the men and points. "Look! There, that window's in good shape." And....freely on the ground, definitely doesn't seem like theft, but with so much in repair at the moment and all of it going back to the city, who's to say what's what. "You two work together to bring that new one in and slot it in place. I'll bust this broken one out."
As they step away to do as told, Kaisel punches a few of the more worrisome shards of glass free, the air from his knuckle dusters splintering it without issue onto the stone, where it should be easy to sweep up. Afterwards he wrestles with the broken frame, wrenching it free with a bit of finesse.
Kaisel sends the men to pick up a new window and removes the broken one
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
