Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
He forgets, for just a moment, that it's Frey offering him a taste of the panties. Because it's actually Flora who asks him, and that arousal-rich presence that Frey delivers is no different from the one the Doubletake leaves lingering around him. Add to that the very believable image of her in nothing but edible strawberry panties, and his mind is completely sold on the idea that it's not the sex god asking him. So he almost says, SURE! Fortunately it's more of a rhetorical question, and he catches himself even as he's leaning in with a hungry grin. Coughing low, he leans into the shrine instead, as if he'd always meant to.
He ruffles the back of his hair absently as he nods along to Frey's point. "Tru tru tru, would not want her to never be able to stop." Maybe not the best thought out plan, although he imagined it could maybe be tied to the will of the user, but that sounds complicated. Or only work if it was raised, and otherwise she could keep it down and use other normal sails. But admittedly, he knows next to nothing about sailing and all its mechanisms. A bag definitely sounds like the simplest solution, and it had been good enough for Odysseus.
He'd noticed Frey getting closer as they chatted—as if he could look away even if he wanted to. Those curling fingers though, the invitation is clear and intentional this time. Gulping audibly, Kaisel takes a step forward and bows in, breath catching as Frey's mouth lingers close enough to stir the hairs by his ear. "Oh I can be a good boy," he assures, gaze flashing towards the aqua pair hovering so close.
As the whispered request is given, he commits it to memory with a laugh. "You're fun Frey." He leans back, gaze skating over this image one more time before the meeting disperses. "I'm on it, thanks!" He'll have to swing by the store on his way home and grab more edible underwear for the actual Flora now.
HE WOULD LMAO
[FIN]
He ruffles the back of his hair absently as he nods along to Frey's point. "Tru tru tru, would not want her to never be able to stop." Maybe not the best thought out plan, although he imagined it could maybe be tied to the will of the user, but that sounds complicated. Or only work if it was raised, and otherwise she could keep it down and use other normal sails. But admittedly, he knows next to nothing about sailing and all its mechanisms. A bag definitely sounds like the simplest solution, and it had been good enough for Odysseus.
He'd noticed Frey getting closer as they chatted—as if he could look away even if he wanted to. Those curling fingers though, the invitation is clear and intentional this time. Gulping audibly, Kaisel takes a step forward and bows in, breath catching as Frey's mouth lingers close enough to stir the hairs by his ear. "Oh I can be a good boy," he assures, gaze flashing towards the aqua pair hovering so close.
As the whispered request is given, he commits it to memory with a laugh. "You're fun Frey." He leans back, gaze skating over this image one more time before the meeting disperses. "I'm on it, thanks!" He'll have to swing by the store on his way home and grab more edible underwear for the actual Flora now.
HE WOULD LMAO
[FIN]
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
