Kaisel
The vocabulary misunderstanding flies straight over his head, the addition of this one implying that Danta has killed for a shirt before, a different one. A nice reminder that regardless of appearances, Asta is not the only spooky man here. While one might be a butcher, the other evidently slays with his wardrobe, literally it'd seem.
Happy to hide this fresh realization behind the rim of his glass, he has to fight back a choke (the pop rocks are no help) as he inhales suddenly at the sight of additional shadow demons fanning out near Asta's original. Creepy, definitely, but it's excitement more than anything that's trying to gag him right now. "Cool! I bet you put on the best shadow puppet performances." And in demonstration, Kaisel regrettably releases Flora's hip for a moment to mold his fingers into a dog, the happy shadow rising up behind the torchlight to 'bark' at Asta's collection.
Dismantling the dark hound as they begin to walk, he slides his hand behind him, along Flora's arm. An easy motion to reclaim her grip from his side, fingers linking with hers instead. He delivers a brief, candy-coated kiss to the back of her hand before letting it drop and swing between them with their strides. His attention skips between each of the ancients, surprised he'd said anything remotely funny enough to earn such strong laughs, until they explain further. Admittedly, he has not known many ancients, and his understanding is mostly limited to stories. "Oh, compared to Stormbreak's pools Torchline's sea does feel heated, but maybe that had more to do with you." He tilts an unapologetically smug glance and grin towards Flora, fingers squeezing tighter against hers for a beat.
"So, strictly hot tubs for the two of you," he corrects, even if the idea of turning into a statue is entirely up his alley. He supposes having a statue made of yourself is entirely different from being encased as one though, and agrees that part sounds awful. "Or a trip to Apopo!"
Happy to hide this fresh realization behind the rim of his glass, he has to fight back a choke (the pop rocks are no help) as he inhales suddenly at the sight of additional shadow demons fanning out near Asta's original. Creepy, definitely, but it's excitement more than anything that's trying to gag him right now. "Cool! I bet you put on the best shadow puppet performances." And in demonstration, Kaisel regrettably releases Flora's hip for a moment to mold his fingers into a dog, the happy shadow rising up behind the torchlight to 'bark' at Asta's collection.
Dismantling the dark hound as they begin to walk, he slides his hand behind him, along Flora's arm. An easy motion to reclaim her grip from his side, fingers linking with hers instead. He delivers a brief, candy-coated kiss to the back of her hand before letting it drop and swing between them with their strides. His attention skips between each of the ancients, surprised he'd said anything remotely funny enough to earn such strong laughs, until they explain further. Admittedly, he has not known many ancients, and his understanding is mostly limited to stories. "Oh, compared to Stormbreak's pools Torchline's sea does feel heated, but maybe that had more to do with you." He tilts an unapologetically smug glance and grin towards Flora, fingers squeezing tighter against hers for a beat.
"So, strictly hot tubs for the two of you," he corrects, even if the idea of turning into a statue is entirely up his alley. He supposes having a statue made of yourself is entirely different from being encased as one though, and agrees that part sounds awful. "Or a trip to Apopo!"
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
