Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
He's absolutely chuffed by her response to his choice, glad to know that even if they both were turned into a scoop of ice cream right now, that in this alternate universe it seems they still might find affection for each other. Hopefully before they melted or got eaten. "Oh, that explains it," he drags out the extra emphasis they each trade like they're bartering games and happiness with every possible moment. "Any time you can't have something as a kid, just can't contain yourself as an adult. That's why you love me now, I'm your sexy cookie dough." Admittedly, it sounded better and clearer in his head. His attempt at an overly done pose, to flaunt his doughy muscles, swiftly rippling into confused consideration.
Not that he has a moment to repair it before an eyeroll and a groan are slipping free. "Oh my goooooooooooooooods, I'm never living down this knife fiasco, am I?" He rolls out of his pose and into the role of the dutiful, if scorned, spa attendant. He dabs the bring schmear firmly as he starts on her, the bristles bowing under the added pressure, though the smirk that he flings her way suggests he'd have it no other way. "You had a whole toppings bar added to you, need I remind you." His eyebrows finish that statement with a pointed lift.
Not expecting such a strong response to his silly idea, he instantly freezes, assuming something has gone terribly wrong with the treatment and she's starting to get some sort of terrible chemical burn or regular burn. "What!" he demands, seaweed held across his face like a lady poised for scandal. The look she tosses over to him though doesn't scream, help, my flesh is boiling off my bones. He eases considerably, smile breaking in like dawnlight as she starts to plan it all out. He actually hadn't thought that she meant lIkE tHaT, but he is now, and his grin doubles in size at the same moment he slaps the seaweed still in his hand on her ass. "The sexy cookie dough back at it again," he taunts, clearly accusing her mind of being the dirty one this time.
Maybe he hadn't considered like that until she said it, but he definitely pictured them naked in this ordeal, so when she offers Niki's name, Kaisel's features lift in mild surprise for a moment. "Is Niki the knife?" he whisper wonders, or perhaps she still thought him a ghost and likened him to the same level of helpfulness as all the other household spirits.
"Yes!" he snaps his fingers, sealing the deal, the details still a bit hazy as to who would be twisting what. That hardly matters so much as keeping that perfectly happy look on her face, so contagious it's warming his into something entirely soft and adoring. "Let's do it then. What colors? Too many might look bleh when mixed, so we might wanna stick with one or two each?"
Not that he has a moment to repair it before an eyeroll and a groan are slipping free. "Oh my goooooooooooooooods, I'm never living down this knife fiasco, am I?" He rolls out of his pose and into the role of the dutiful, if scorned, spa attendant. He dabs the bring schmear firmly as he starts on her, the bristles bowing under the added pressure, though the smirk that he flings her way suggests he'd have it no other way. "You had a whole toppings bar added to you, need I remind you." His eyebrows finish that statement with a pointed lift.
Not expecting such a strong response to his silly idea, he instantly freezes, assuming something has gone terribly wrong with the treatment and she's starting to get some sort of terrible chemical burn or regular burn. "What!" he demands, seaweed held across his face like a lady poised for scandal. The look she tosses over to him though doesn't scream, help, my flesh is boiling off my bones. He eases considerably, smile breaking in like dawnlight as she starts to plan it all out. He actually hadn't thought that she meant lIkE tHaT, but he is now, and his grin doubles in size at the same moment he slaps the seaweed still in his hand on her ass. "The sexy cookie dough back at it again," he taunts, clearly accusing her mind of being the dirty one this time.
Maybe he hadn't considered like that until she said it, but he definitely pictured them naked in this ordeal, so when she offers Niki's name, Kaisel's features lift in mild surprise for a moment. "Is Niki the knife?" he whisper wonders, or perhaps she still thought him a ghost and likened him to the same level of helpfulness as all the other household spirits.
"Yes!" he snaps his fingers, sealing the deal, the details still a bit hazy as to who would be twisting what. That hardly matters so much as keeping that perfectly happy look on her face, so contagious it's warming his into something entirely soft and adoring. "Let's do it then. What colors? Too many might look bleh when mixed, so we might wanna stick with one or two each?"
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
