Got a spark in your heart so strike it
He stares back a bit expectantly at Ronin, but the confusion that he finds there is one that echoes back in him. It's brief, just a wag of the 'brows, before Ronin tugs the thread apart and Kaisel's forced to a fool's grin. "Oooooooh," he says sheepishly, a hand running through his hair like it might reset his mind to something better. "That makes more sense," he agrees with a faint chuckle. Admittedly, last time they'd been dealing with a whole pack of maniacal dogs, so it's not really a stretch, right? Ronin could have a dog walking hobby or secretly enjoy training cats. Who knows what goes on in people's homes.
Moving swiftly past the dawn of realization, a speed that comes with the practice of doing so, Kaisel brightens considerably at the offer. Clearly someone noticed and appreciated his stellar muscles. "Hell yeah dude! I'm always down to train, that'd be so fire." He raises a hand towards Ronin, too angled to be a high five, clearly an offer for dapping up.
Moving swiftly past the dawn of realization, a speed that comes with the practice of doing so, Kaisel brightens considerably at the offer. Clearly someone noticed and appreciated his stellar muscles. "Hell yeah dude! I'm always down to train, that'd be so fire." He raises a hand towards Ronin, too angled to be a high five, clearly an offer for dapping up.
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
