Honey wherever you go, I know
Although he meant is she finished, with her abuse, he's glad for an update on the nachos because it seems to answer that yes, she is—for now. Always the caveat.
He scoffs, because if the pot isn't calling the kettle black right now. "You don't even know," he mutters, because women never seem to understand how even the lightest tap feels. Of course this very exploitable weakness is one all boys take advantage of, always playing sack tap when riled up as a group. One could argue it teaches quick reflexes to defend the precious region, but he had not practiced evading atomic wedgies.
Golden retriever that he is, Kaisel's gaze snaps to the familiar sound of a particular package. His eyes widen a little, and he pops his mouth open expectantly for her to toss him one, a performing sea lion begging a fish despite doing no tricks except lounging. Instead, wicked woman that she is, she holds them hostage. His mouth closes into a stubborn frown, just for a moment, before he can't hide the smile that replaces it. It's the way she claims the last bit of sugar from her fingertip that really does him in though, and with a groan he crawls back up to his feet, using the cabinetry for support. "Alright," he mutters, "I'm up, I'm up."
He spills across the counter beside her, leaning heavily on one hand propped up against it. "Worm me," he requests, sticking his tongue out as a gummy receptacle.
He scoffs, because if the pot isn't calling the kettle black right now. "You don't even know," he mutters, because women never seem to understand how even the lightest tap feels. Of course this very exploitable weakness is one all boys take advantage of, always playing sack tap when riled up as a group. One could argue it teaches quick reflexes to defend the precious region, but he had not practiced evading atomic wedgies.
Golden retriever that he is, Kaisel's gaze snaps to the familiar sound of a particular package. His eyes widen a little, and he pops his mouth open expectantly for her to toss him one, a performing sea lion begging a fish despite doing no tricks except lounging. Instead, wicked woman that she is, she holds them hostage. His mouth closes into a stubborn frown, just for a moment, before he can't hide the smile that replaces it. It's the way she claims the last bit of sugar from her fingertip that really does him in though, and with a groan he crawls back up to his feet, using the cabinetry for support. "Alright," he mutters, "I'm up, I'm up."
He spills across the counter beside her, leaning heavily on one hand propped up against it. "Worm me," he requests, sticking his tongue out as a gummy receptacle.
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
