// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
The relief in his exhale is long and a bit loud when Mateo confirms what Kaisel had always thought. Though, a skeptical shadow remains in the corner of his eye before it flicks over to the flowers at hand, because Mateo's remark lands alongside one Charlie made, and a past warning from Sunjata too. They build, but the weight of them settles somewhere distant still, bobbing away from real consideration, the swell of adoration for her like a living tide inside him. "Good, because I like giving them." Call him Mister President the way he's got the nuke codes on hand for love bombing her.
He's nodding along to Mateo's reassurance of knowing where to go for resin, focus drawn to the flower, until the soft slap of the scarf catches him. He flinches up from his stoop over the petals, features crinkling against the intricacies of insulting foliage. "Oh, my bad Matty." He flashes an apologetic smile, hands lifting faintly from his sides. It grows into something grand at Mateo's haughty reassurance of his stock, and Kaisel leans in to bump shoulders with him and snap a finger gun towards his chest. "YES! See, this is why I came to you, the expert. The ninny in Torchline doesn't have shit on you."
Falling back to make it through the doorway, although no less hyped, Kaisel vibrates behind him as they walk. He does get tripped up once, literally stumbling over something that isn't there anymore when he glances back accusingly. "What the," he mutters, the nearby plants shifting mildly. He gives them a suspicious once over before scurrying back to the shelter of Mateo, swinging around to his side to view the flowers at hand. Admittedly, Kaisel did know what a Hydrangea was when Mateo said it, so there's a crisp recognition that arrives as he beholds them. "Ooooh yeah, these! There's some growing around the house." Which, maybe could have been a clue for him. He hums aloud in consideration, drawn immediately to the purple one, because that's his favorite color. Wouldn't she prefer the pink though? The blue is more like her eyes, sorta. "The blue would go best with the bag," he decides, reaching down to pluck a cluster up.
He's nodding along to Mateo's reassurance of knowing where to go for resin, focus drawn to the flower, until the soft slap of the scarf catches him. He flinches up from his stoop over the petals, features crinkling against the intricacies of insulting foliage. "Oh, my bad Matty." He flashes an apologetic smile, hands lifting faintly from his sides. It grows into something grand at Mateo's haughty reassurance of his stock, and Kaisel leans in to bump shoulders with him and snap a finger gun towards his chest. "YES! See, this is why I came to you, the expert. The ninny in Torchline doesn't have shit on you."
Falling back to make it through the doorway, although no less hyped, Kaisel vibrates behind him as they walk. He does get tripped up once, literally stumbling over something that isn't there anymore when he glances back accusingly. "What the," he mutters, the nearby plants shifting mildly. He gives them a suspicious once over before scurrying back to the shelter of Mateo, swinging around to his side to view the flowers at hand. Admittedly, Kaisel did know what a Hydrangea was when Mateo said it, so there's a crisp recognition that arrives as he beholds them. "Ooooh yeah, these! There's some growing around the house." Which, maybe could have been a clue for him. He hums aloud in consideration, drawn immediately to the purple one, because that's his favorite color. Wouldn't she prefer the pink though? The blue is more like her eyes, sorta. "The blue would go best with the bag," he decides, reaching down to pluck a cluster up.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
