Kaisel
Sure to get texter's neck if he hovers above her like this much longer, Kaisel hooks a toe around on of the nearby chairs, drawing it closer to him with the finishing touch of a helpful spirit. That'll be something to get used to, and he almost stumbles because of it, not expecting the chair to be slid the rest of the way when he reaches back absently for it with a hand. Her question furrows his 'brow in thiught and he briefly releases her, feeling the small reassurance of her thumb as ot slips off him when he settles properly.
Never intending to be out of range for long, his feet creep forward along either side of her, and he reaches for her legs to uncurl them into his space in turn. "Mmm," he ponders, head tilting with the review of past conversations as she spins the doubts of this current issue. Idly his fingers drum along her knee, too slow to be nerves, just the tempo of searching for an answer and comfort in equal parts. "Nothing I haven't told you that I think matters," he admits. Much like she has spared him details of B.M.F. and her, he has not relayed every nuance between him and Caly. He still hesitates to do so, especially if Caly isn't as clear a culprit as first thought—just seems like something else to hurt her with.
There's one part that stands out most to him as maybe being important though. "I mean, she did friend zone me, but only after I told her I couldn't guarantee I'd put her first all the time..." he frowns, tugging on the memory of that conversation. "I just said I have people that I care about and sometimes they might have to come first, and that included you. She specifically asked about you." One hand ruffles thriugh his hair, sighing.
"At the bar, when I told her about us, I said she and I couldn't be friends." Maybe not his best wording, in hindsight, but the sentiment is the same, and still is. He's not sure he knows how to be Caly's friend, but it never meant he'd be going to war against her, just that maybe a clean end to whatever they'd been would be best. "It came across like I'd do for you what I wouldn't do for her." To some extent that's true, but then Flora had never asked him to in that same way, and even now when Caly would rather burn a bar, Flora had preferred to transfer its ownership. Flora has always been willing to give, even if it removes part of her to do so, but Caly prefers to grab hold and take.
"I dunno though, she was already in a really bad mood. Almost wouldn't look at me when I first got there and tried to stay busy with bar work." His features slant into an askew image of uncertainty as he glances up at her seagreen gaze, having drifted to watching his fingers over the rise of her knee. "I think she's closer with J—B.M.F. than you think. She was so irritated when she learned about me getting roasted by him, and the fact he was at their party..." He shakes his head, lacking better evidence than that, but for a father supposedly hands off, Kaisel saw a lot in that one night, and it very much felt like a family affair.
Never intending to be out of range for long, his feet creep forward along either side of her, and he reaches for her legs to uncurl them into his space in turn. "Mmm," he ponders, head tilting with the review of past conversations as she spins the doubts of this current issue. Idly his fingers drum along her knee, too slow to be nerves, just the tempo of searching for an answer and comfort in equal parts. "Nothing I haven't told you that I think matters," he admits. Much like she has spared him details of B.M.F. and her, he has not relayed every nuance between him and Caly. He still hesitates to do so, especially if Caly isn't as clear a culprit as first thought—just seems like something else to hurt her with.
There's one part that stands out most to him as maybe being important though. "I mean, she did friend zone me, but only after I told her I couldn't guarantee I'd put her first all the time..." he frowns, tugging on the memory of that conversation. "I just said I have people that I care about and sometimes they might have to come first, and that included you. She specifically asked about you." One hand ruffles thriugh his hair, sighing.
"At the bar, when I told her about us, I said she and I couldn't be friends." Maybe not his best wording, in hindsight, but the sentiment is the same, and still is. He's not sure he knows how to be Caly's friend, but it never meant he'd be going to war against her, just that maybe a clean end to whatever they'd been would be best. "It came across like I'd do for you what I wouldn't do for her." To some extent that's true, but then Flora had never asked him to in that same way, and even now when Caly would rather burn a bar, Flora had preferred to transfer its ownership. Flora has always been willing to give, even if it removes part of her to do so, but Caly prefers to grab hold and take.
"I dunno though, she was already in a really bad mood. Almost wouldn't look at me when I first got there and tried to stay busy with bar work." His features slant into an askew image of uncertainty as he glances up at her seagreen gaze, having drifted to watching his fingers over the rise of her knee. "I think she's closer with J—B.M.F. than you think. She was so irritated when she learned about me getting roasted by him, and the fact he was at their party..." He shakes his head, lacking better evidence than that, but for a father supposedly hands off, Kaisel saw a lot in that one night, and it very much felt like a family affair.
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
