Kaisel
A bright grin stretches out at the memory of the spirits spectacularly tossing little wood blocks all around. It had not followed the game rules in the slightest, but it had been entertaining, and at the end of the day isn't that the point of game night? That and mercilessly crushing the morale of your friends into dust.
He's just claimed his meal of a drink when the shadows move in an unfamiliar fashion. A rather tall, old, and spooky man appears—it's Astaroth. Just behind him, the much better dressed Dantalion emerges. The overall scene is far less scary than the first time Kaisel met Niki, but the aura boasted by the ancients beats out the cripple's game by far.
No stranger to being appraised, Kaisel does not shrink from the shark-toothed grin and scrutiny, returning it in kind for much the same reason; Astaroth is as dapper as his father. His gaze is distractedly drawn to the flickering shadow at the man's heel for a moment, observing it with unfiltered curiosity as he tilts a sip from his drink. Unlike the rest of them, he is terribly sober, preferring that over being an inebriated pancake on the ground mid dragon-flight. Happy to make up for lost time, he fights off the miniature explosion happening in his mouth with a toothy smile as Flora announces his name like she also took a lick from his drink's rim.
"Hi!" he says brightly, a few fingers uncurling from his glass in a wave. The rest need to maintain the balance of his drink, and his other hand now hugs around Flora's side after slipping from her grip while she bartended. "That's a killer shirt you got on D-Dog," he says with a genuine grin and a nod towards Danta you can call me Danta. "Does your friend have a name?" he asks of Asta, gaze sliding back towards the smiling shadow as he takes another sip of the dreamsicle in a glass.
With a sudden curl rising along his features at the question, his fingers drum absently along her side, an unabashed laugh joining hers. "We always have fun," he says with an honesty not meant to boast. "You should jump in, the water's nice."
He's just claimed his meal of a drink when the shadows move in an unfamiliar fashion. A rather tall, old, and spooky man appears—it's Astaroth. Just behind him, the much better dressed Dantalion emerges. The overall scene is far less scary than the first time Kaisel met Niki, but the aura boasted by the ancients beats out the cripple's game by far.
No stranger to being appraised, Kaisel does not shrink from the shark-toothed grin and scrutiny, returning it in kind for much the same reason; Astaroth is as dapper as his father. His gaze is distractedly drawn to the flickering shadow at the man's heel for a moment, observing it with unfiltered curiosity as he tilts a sip from his drink. Unlike the rest of them, he is terribly sober, preferring that over being an inebriated pancake on the ground mid dragon-flight. Happy to make up for lost time, he fights off the miniature explosion happening in his mouth with a toothy smile as Flora announces his name like she also took a lick from his drink's rim.
"Hi!" he says brightly, a few fingers uncurling from his glass in a wave. The rest need to maintain the balance of his drink, and his other hand now hugs around Flora's side after slipping from her grip while she bartended. "That's a killer shirt you got on D-Dog," he says with a genuine grin and a nod towards Danta you can call me Danta. "Does your friend have a name?" he asks of Asta, gaze sliding back towards the smiling shadow as he takes another sip of the dreamsicle in a glass.
With a sudden curl rising along his features at the question, his fingers drum absently along her side, an unabashed laugh joining hers. "We always have fun," he says with an honesty not meant to boast. "You should jump in, the water's nice."
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
