Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
Kaisel rolls out of bed well before Flora, shushing Spice when the dragon's head lifts at the disturbance. Although he can't deny her trailing after him to the kitchen, where he promptly puts her to use chilling the champagne and orange juice in exchange for some bacon. He'd doordashed arranged for a courier to drop off supplies, and as the spirits swing the door open right before a loud knock raps on the door, Kaisel hops over to smuggle them in. "Thanks," he whispers, shuffling back inside after clicking the door shut as silently as possible, depositing the goods on a nearby table so he can dart back into the kitchen before anything burns. Sliding to a stop with socks over tile, which nearly threatens to send him on his ass instead, he manages the style points and saves the pancake. A good day, it'd seem.
"Alright," he announces quietly to Spice, nodding for her to lead the way back to the room to gently awaken Flora. He's right behind her, keeping the tray of mimosas and plated food steady, ever grateful to the doors that swing open for his full hands and the blinds that turn just so to let morning light spill into the path he needs.
"Mooooorning," he calls softly as he rounds back to her bed, waiting for her to sit up before trading her the platter of goods. Two eggs and a smile of bacon will greet her, along with a small side of toast and pancakes, with a mimosa and a cup of coffee, depending on which way she'd prefer to start the day. He claims his own flute, sipping it with a smile cocked just behind the glass. "Eat up," he instructs, "your first spa appointment today is in a half hour."
"Alright," he announces quietly to Spice, nodding for her to lead the way back to the room to gently awaken Flora. He's right behind her, keeping the tray of mimosas and plated food steady, ever grateful to the doors that swing open for his full hands and the blinds that turn just so to let morning light spill into the path he needs.
"Mooooorning," he calls softly as he rounds back to her bed, waiting for her to sit up before trading her the platter of goods. Two eggs and a smile of bacon will greet her, along with a small side of toast and pancakes, with a mimosa and a cup of coffee, depending on which way she'd prefer to start the day. He claims his own flute, sipping it with a smile cocked just behind the glass. "Eat up," he instructs, "your first spa appointment today is in a half hour."
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
