Got a spark in your heart so strike it
A rich laugh follows Ronin's answer and Kaisel shakes his head a bit. "I'm just saying, I bet whoever I'm punching deserves it, but fair enough." Much as he enjoys a good brawl, it's usually been on the training mat or the Silk House rings, where generally everyone has entered the fight intentionally and willingly. Not that some haven't been backed by a bit of anger or spite from time to time, nothing quite so drastic as a conflict spilling over at a party. With limited options for breaking up fights, except for the dance battle he conjured for an argument in Stormbreak once, he might end up swinging one way or another.
"Yeah, I'll do it," he agrees, smile softening with the weight of ensuring safety of this new group of people. Not much better use for getting stronger than exactly that though. He thumps another sandy log off on his thigh, absently keeping hold of it as Ronin pauses. "Yeah," he agrees, clearly confused. "Don't see what that has to do with pets though. I mean, I got my married pair of pet rocks and a plant, but anything else I'm not sure I'm your guy."
"Yeah, I'll do it," he agrees, smile softening with the weight of ensuring safety of this new group of people. Not much better use for getting stronger than exactly that though. He thumps another sandy log off on his thigh, absently keeping hold of it as Ronin pauses. "Yeah," he agrees, clearly confused. "Don't see what that has to do with pets though. I mean, I got my married pair of pet rocks and a plant, but anything else I'm not sure I'm your guy."
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
