Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
Knowing something doesn't always make it any easier to deal with, as he thinks they both understand. The heart and the mind can often disagree, especially when the pulse is as loud as theirs. Still, he's glad to hear the reassurance of her knowledge and the patience it bears. "I could get used to getting missed," he grins, voice dropping a touch lower with the suggestion wrapped in all of it. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all, although he's fairly certain if it gets much more fond it just might pop, little bits of confetti puffing out, cut into tiny Floras and flowers. His trips have had the benefit of giving this some of the slowness she requested, although the reunions in between the absences almost seem to undo it all, as if they're both trying to make up for lost time, of which they have a couple years to account for as well.
He would like her to always react this way when he declares he'll be getting naked, thank you. A surprised laugh slips free, enriched by the excitement that's practically buzzing off her, certain that if he even puts a finger on her it'll snap back with electric teeth. "I dunnooooo, might be better. Half the problem with sand is the way it gets in all your clothes and lingers and chafes." Which, isn't to say he won't be eventually putting clothes back on, but maybe he could streak through the town, avoiding torchlight, to make it back to the sand-free showers and soft fuzzy bathroom towels before he has to dress himself again.
The sly suggestion of her new color earns a longer, bark of a laugh. "Definitely nude then." Though, he still grabs the bottle of red as he gathers everything up and makes his way back to her, plopping down on a stool at her side. Taking her hand in his, he bends the fingers and rolls a kiss over each knuckle, gaze sparking across the ridges to find the devilish curve of her mouth he so adores. It's her planning lips, the sort that always perch on her features right before she unleashes something spectacular. Much like the lights dimming before your movie starts, it's a sign to pay attention, because the show is starting.
It's the last thing he expects, and he physically bows back from the reveal, though his hand continues to clutch hers. "W h a t!?" he laughs, barely able to see around the smile as he shakes his head. "I meant like, you wear a red shirt and I wear a red shirt, and we both have black bottoms, or something." He grabs a warm, wet towel and rubs down her hand. "I guess the best time for you to dress like me would be when it's hard to see, which is not a dig," he lifts up a hand to halt any compliments she might load up. "I'm just saying, your outfits are way better to look at." Setting the file and clippers to her nails, he looks up every so often as he works. "Although, if it's hard to see, you might actually get mistaken for me and end up enlisted on patrols." So, she might be risking her party time for work.
He would like her to always react this way when he declares he'll be getting naked, thank you. A surprised laugh slips free, enriched by the excitement that's practically buzzing off her, certain that if he even puts a finger on her it'll snap back with electric teeth. "I dunnooooo, might be better. Half the problem with sand is the way it gets in all your clothes and lingers and chafes." Which, isn't to say he won't be eventually putting clothes back on, but maybe he could streak through the town, avoiding torchlight, to make it back to the sand-free showers and soft fuzzy bathroom towels before he has to dress himself again.
The sly suggestion of her new color earns a longer, bark of a laugh. "Definitely nude then." Though, he still grabs the bottle of red as he gathers everything up and makes his way back to her, plopping down on a stool at her side. Taking her hand in his, he bends the fingers and rolls a kiss over each knuckle, gaze sparking across the ridges to find the devilish curve of her mouth he so adores. It's her planning lips, the sort that always perch on her features right before she unleashes something spectacular. Much like the lights dimming before your movie starts, it's a sign to pay attention, because the show is starting.
It's the last thing he expects, and he physically bows back from the reveal, though his hand continues to clutch hers. "W h a t!?" he laughs, barely able to see around the smile as he shakes his head. "I meant like, you wear a red shirt and I wear a red shirt, and we both have black bottoms, or something." He grabs a warm, wet towel and rubs down her hand. "I guess the best time for you to dress like me would be when it's hard to see, which is not a dig," he lifts up a hand to halt any compliments she might load up. "I'm just saying, your outfits are way better to look at." Setting the file and clippers to her nails, he looks up every so often as he works. "Although, if it's hard to see, you might actually get mistaken for me and end up enlisted on patrols." So, she might be risking her party time for work.
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
