Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
His laugh flutters against the sip he's trying to take with a ripple and a choke that has him hurriedly lowering the mimosa before he sputters it all over his chest. "No one said the massage couldn't finish with a happy ending," he reassures once he's recovered, winking with an excessive display reminiscent of someone still learning how to close only one eye. "Becaaaause," he drags out with a roll of his hand and a sweeping gesture towards the hallway. "It will be a la, Spa de Wildering." He bows his head faintly with the announcement, sneaking a peek back up at her from the edge of his gaze before long. Somewhere in the kitchen a pot clangs like a brassy trumpet, though a bit muffled with the distance, he appreciates the effort.
He flops into a seat near the foot of the bed, reclaiming his flute for another swig. "You've had a shit time of it lately, and we can't have you tapping blueprints in anything less than freshly done nails, so yes, a spa day. But one that's lowkey enough we can still be lazy about it all in the house." He'd considered calling Sohalia down and sending the two of them off, but given that last time he'd entrusted her care to Sohalia's hands hadn't gone exactly according to plan, he's opted not to. Then, when none of the spas here could accommodate everything he wanted so last minute, he decided to DIY it a little bit, which honestly could just result in half relaxation and half chaos, but it sounds like a win either way. "Mud bath, seaweed wraps, mani pedi, fizzing face scrub with cucumbers for your eyes—the works."
His smile fades abruptly, features growing suddenly serious as he sits up straighter. "You'll just have to sign a fifty page contract which absolves me of any blame, including potential death and dismemberment." His chuckle cracks in a breath later, unable to hold the guise, especially when he's nearly finished his drink.
He flops into a seat near the foot of the bed, reclaiming his flute for another swig. "You've had a shit time of it lately, and we can't have you tapping blueprints in anything less than freshly done nails, so yes, a spa day. But one that's lowkey enough we can still be lazy about it all in the house." He'd considered calling Sohalia down and sending the two of them off, but given that last time he'd entrusted her care to Sohalia's hands hadn't gone exactly according to plan, he's opted not to. Then, when none of the spas here could accommodate everything he wanted so last minute, he decided to DIY it a little bit, which honestly could just result in half relaxation and half chaos, but it sounds like a win either way. "Mud bath, seaweed wraps, mani pedi, fizzing face scrub with cucumbers for your eyes—the works."
His smile fades abruptly, features growing suddenly serious as he sits up straighter. "You'll just have to sign a fifty page contract which absolves me of any blame, including potential death and dismemberment." His chuckle cracks in a breath later, unable to hold the guise, especially when he's nearly finished his drink.
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
