// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
He figured Mateo knew, but now he's wondering just how much he's been told. "Wha—" Kaisel laughs nervously as he steps into the shop behind Mateo. "Is it too many?" Did she say it's too many? His expression lifts high with the anxious wonder of it all, staring down Mateo like he needs the truth of the matter instantly to even continue surviving through another exchange of breath. He wipes his own shoes off on the entry mat, an autopilot habit because his mind is already rifling through memories and counting them off. His fingers twitch at his sides to keep track, lips moving faintly as he whispers them aloud to himself.
Hmmmm. Kaisel considers that list rather short if he's going to be accused of romantic genocide. "Mm, you're probably right, can't believe I didn't think of that. Do you have any resin?" he says a touch brighter, focus catching back on that suggestion now that's he's rummaged through his doubt and memory. He does not have a resin vendor picked out.
Unzipping his windbreaker now that the sharp chill of the outdoor winds is closed away, his STORMBREAK Steam Room! shirt peeks out from the pink frame of the outer jacket. His gaze drifts from the idle movements of Mateo settling in to the variety of arranged plants on display, stooping over a nearby one to give it a whiff. "I was thinking the whole flower, and figured it might have to be an immature bloom to keep the size small. If one of her favorites is already little though that's even better!" He has found some difficulty in acquiring flowers this time of year, which is why he'd gotten her violets for his departure up here. "Do you have any of those growing right now?" He'd been worried about this, but a glance at this shop already boasts a wider variety than the sad little shack in Torchline he'd used.
- Flowers from the Greatwood - a very sad bouquet, he's sure Mateo would agree
- Parchment - really a gift for both of them, so surely that doesn't count?
- Violet bouquet - more like an hourglass than anything wonderful...
- Breakfast in bed and spa day - are those really gifts if they aren't permanent?
- The wind bag - not even complete yet, and really less a gift and more a fulfillment of a plan
- Flower charm - technically part of the bag, and could be considered a trade off for the keychain she got him
Hmmmm. Kaisel considers that list rather short if he's going to be accused of romantic genocide. "Mm, you're probably right, can't believe I didn't think of that. Do you have any resin?" he says a touch brighter, focus catching back on that suggestion now that's he's rummaged through his doubt and memory. He does not have a resin vendor picked out.
Unzipping his windbreaker now that the sharp chill of the outdoor winds is closed away, his STORMBREAK Steam Room! shirt peeks out from the pink frame of the outer jacket. His gaze drifts from the idle movements of Mateo settling in to the variety of arranged plants on display, stooping over a nearby one to give it a whiff. "I was thinking the whole flower, and figured it might have to be an immature bloom to keep the size small. If one of her favorites is already little though that's even better!" He has found some difficulty in acquiring flowers this time of year, which is why he'd gotten her violets for his departure up here. "Do you have any of those growing right now?" He'd been worried about this, but a glance at this shop already boasts a wider variety than the sad little shack in Torchline he'd used.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
