// Start a tiny riot //
One of the frog's eyeballs deflates under her nail, giving the impression of a crinkly wink. "Yeah!" he exclaims back, his stage presence just as bold alongside her theater. One hand darts out from his pocket to grab at her finger, threatening to hold her forever now, the risk of her poke. "It is, because only one of us has been known to uneven the playing field that way." Honestly, she should be flattered a whole rule got added just for her. "This is about what we can make." He relinquishes her hand as she crosses her arms, grin utterly unrepentant.
The eyeball pops back up to full height as he glances towards the noise. A scoff soon drags out in response, swiftly undermining Flora. "You can do whatever the hell you want Spice!" he calls out cheerfully, absolutely intending to spoil her with every opportunity he can. "My house, my rules." Gods, it felt good to finally use that line after having it wielded on him time after time.
Smugly, he drags his gaze back to Flora, grin tilting along with his head. "You're so mean," he teases, grabbing a comforter as her agreement lands. A verbal handshake, which isn't very trustworthy, so skeptically he watches the lean of her as she reaches for her building supplies. "Mmhmm," he says, clearly unimpressed by her taunt. "Well this isn't sand babygirl. Us Breakers are master fort builders." Not much else to build with there, unless you were out laying more bricks. He flaps his blanket out in her direction before elegantly draping it over a tower of nearby chairs. It takes a bit of tugging to give it the best and most sturdy draping effect, creating the entryway with an impressive and taut arch of fabric.
The eyeball pops back up to full height as he glances towards the noise. A scoff soon drags out in response, swiftly undermining Flora. "You can do whatever the hell you want Spice!" he calls out cheerfully, absolutely intending to spoil her with every opportunity he can. "My house, my rules." Gods, it felt good to finally use that line after having it wielded on him time after time.
Smugly, he drags his gaze back to Flora, grin tilting along with his head. "You're so mean," he teases, grabbing a comforter as her agreement lands. A verbal handshake, which isn't very trustworthy, so skeptically he watches the lean of her as she reaches for her building supplies. "Mmhmm," he says, clearly unimpressed by her taunt. "Well this isn't sand babygirl. Us Breakers are master fort builders." Not much else to build with there, unless you were out laying more bricks. He flaps his blanket out in her direction before elegantly draping it over a tower of nearby chairs. It takes a bit of tugging to give it the best and most sturdy draping effect, creating the entryway with an impressive and taut arch of fabric.
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
