Kaisel
Having given up on finding some of their clothes through the darkness, he'd come prepared for this exact possibility and packed extra outfits along with towels in his backpack. Luckily he did recover that, else he would have been out a lot more than his second TORCHLINE shirt, which is quickly proving to be problematic garment to hold onto. Although, the selections he packed in his backpack are questionable choices when all put together.
Clearly grabbed out of the closet in an eager haste to be out the door, he's wearing a vibrantly orange tank top with NEVER FORGET written across it in a difficult to read font comprised of rocks and rubble, an image of Stormbreak's broken tower beside it. Too warm still to need it, he's got his violet windbreaker in tow at the crook of his arm that Flora is not on. Rounding out the colorful display, his blue board shorts with darker little sharks patterning them are at least passable.
He eyes the drinks cautiously, his free hand occasionally rising if it tilts a touch too much, but she always recovers it before he has to catch anything, which likely would just be a spill by the time he got his hands on it. "How many drinks did you say you used to carry as a bartender?" he asks, not skeptical so much as, impressively worried by how she manages.
"I hope so, then we'd have enough people for game nights," he muses, an easy slant finding the corner of his mouth as the grand potential of it rises up. He supposes they could have been inviting Sohalia over and with Niki could have had enough to make crushing them all at Monopoly worth it by now. Soh has had her hands full with Stormbreak though, and Niki seems more intent on trying to turn all of Flora's books into some version of midnight Jenga that he plays with the spirits instead. "If they love you, then I love them," he assures with an oversimplification of the matter, tilting his half-dry head against hers.
He would not know which torch, since he hasn't met them yet, so he only lifts his head and offers a dubious glance over the flickering light, shrugging. "Pretty sure you're noticeable wherever you are, so I think they'll find their way here one way or another." He's certain even her invisibility ring struggles to hold back all her brilliance, so LongNight truly has nothing on her.
Clearly grabbed out of the closet in an eager haste to be out the door, he's wearing a vibrantly orange tank top with NEVER FORGET written across it in a difficult to read font comprised of rocks and rubble, an image of Stormbreak's broken tower beside it. Too warm still to need it, he's got his violet windbreaker in tow at the crook of his arm that Flora is not on. Rounding out the colorful display, his blue board shorts with darker little sharks patterning them are at least passable.
He eyes the drinks cautiously, his free hand occasionally rising if it tilts a touch too much, but she always recovers it before he has to catch anything, which likely would just be a spill by the time he got his hands on it. "How many drinks did you say you used to carry as a bartender?" he asks, not skeptical so much as, impressively worried by how she manages.
"I hope so, then we'd have enough people for game nights," he muses, an easy slant finding the corner of his mouth as the grand potential of it rises up. He supposes they could have been inviting Sohalia over and with Niki could have had enough to make crushing them all at Monopoly worth it by now. Soh has had her hands full with Stormbreak though, and Niki seems more intent on trying to turn all of Flora's books into some version of midnight Jenga that he plays with the spirits instead. "If they love you, then I love them," he assures with an oversimplification of the matter, tilting his half-dry head against hers.
He would not know which torch, since he hasn't met them yet, so he only lifts his head and offers a dubious glance over the flickering light, shrugging. "Pretty sure you're noticeable wherever you are, so I think they'll find their way here one way or another." He's certain even her invisibility ring struggles to hold back all her brilliance, so LongNight truly has nothing on her.
Wanted me to fail out of spite, I didn't
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
