// Start a tiny riot //
He gallops up the stairs. Gallops—hands slapping the stairs ahead of him while his feet stomp after. It's unclear if it's faster, but it sure feels like he accomplished some speed.
Ducking into his room he grabs a package and takes the stairs back down two at a time, sliding off the banister at the end and gliding over the floor briefly when he lands as the momentum and sock skates carry him over the hardwood.
He dives through the well-crafted archway in full penguin, skidding to a premature stop partway in the hall. He swims through the air for a moment before getting purchase and scooching the rest of the way into the fort mansion to her side, breathlessly producing the finishing touch. "Glow in the dark stars," he grins, the bag of them crinkling as he holds them up. The top is already torn off, having fully charged them up before she came over. "C'mon, hold out your hands," he instructs, angling the bag to sprinkle half into her hand.
The self-adhesive on the backs sticks well enough as he sets them to the underside of the table, the chairs, and the sheets. "You ever have these when you were little?" She probably just used the real stars, being in the Greatwoods, but there's still a certain kind of magic to these artifical ones. "When I was really little I was scared of the dark, so these got put up in my room and it helped me sleep. I took them down eventually when I wanted to prove I was brave, but I always missed them."
Ducking into his room he grabs a package and takes the stairs back down two at a time, sliding off the banister at the end and gliding over the floor briefly when he lands as the momentum and sock skates carry him over the hardwood.
He dives through the well-crafted archway in full penguin, skidding to a premature stop partway in the hall. He swims through the air for a moment before getting purchase and scooching the rest of the way into the fort mansion to her side, breathlessly producing the finishing touch. "Glow in the dark stars," he grins, the bag of them crinkling as he holds them up. The top is already torn off, having fully charged them up before she came over. "C'mon, hold out your hands," he instructs, angling the bag to sprinkle half into her hand.
The self-adhesive on the backs sticks well enough as he sets them to the underside of the table, the chairs, and the sheets. "You ever have these when you were little?" She probably just used the real stars, being in the Greatwoods, but there's still a certain kind of magic to these artifical ones. "When I was really little I was scared of the dark, so these got put up in my room and it helped me sleep. I took them down eventually when I wanted to prove I was brave, but I always missed them."
Kaisel
// Stop being so goddamn quiet //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
