Way too blessed to be stressed
See, he tried to tell his mom that same thing for years, insisting breakfast is plenty full of other sweet things already, but for soooooooome reason, trying to eat cake as your first meal is only acceptable when it's left over from your birthday. "Exactly," he breathes, which is about all he can manage as his throat is suddenly tightening, along with other things, in the presence of Frey.
The umbrella struggles to stay aloft as the poprock sensation begins, a shaky laugh spilling free as he sweeps his spare hand through his hair in an effort to ground himself. It marginally works, but Frey has always taken him by storm, and however hard he braces for it, they rip through each barrier like it'd never been there. Which, he doesn't claim that they had ever been super strong to begin with, but maybe there's no hope against a god regardless.
Clearing his throat, he attempts to answer without letting his voice thin. "Yeah, it was heaps of fun!" Maybe not all of them had been the intended blow jobs from a sex god's point of view, but he'd happily continue to work on perfecting that version with Flora without any divine directive. He rather thought since the bag would be full of wind, that guiding the tasks in a similar vein would be best. He doesn't seem to have been wrong either, as he watches Frey's touch add a new swell to the purse. Seems nothing is safe from become larger beneath their hand.
"Thanks Flora, Frey will love this!" He catches it as soon as it's out, sucking in a sharp breath of apology. "I mean, thanks Fl-Frey." Fuck. "Frey, thank you." He drags it out like a child that's just learned how to speak, making sure it's correct. It's not at all distracting that they've sent blood away from one head to another and look like Flora. "I'm gonna go before I say anything else," he grins, sheepish as he retrieves the bag and scurries off down the shimmering road.
[FIN]
The umbrella struggles to stay aloft as the poprock sensation begins, a shaky laugh spilling free as he sweeps his spare hand through his hair in an effort to ground himself. It marginally works, but Frey has always taken him by storm, and however hard he braces for it, they rip through each barrier like it'd never been there. Which, he doesn't claim that they had ever been super strong to begin with, but maybe there's no hope against a god regardless.
Clearing his throat, he attempts to answer without letting his voice thin. "Yeah, it was heaps of fun!" Maybe not all of them had been the intended blow jobs from a sex god's point of view, but he'd happily continue to work on perfecting that version with Flora without any divine directive. He rather thought since the bag would be full of wind, that guiding the tasks in a similar vein would be best. He doesn't seem to have been wrong either, as he watches Frey's touch add a new swell to the purse. Seems nothing is safe from become larger beneath their hand.
"Thanks Flora, Frey will love this!" He catches it as soon as it's out, sucking in a sharp breath of apology. "I mean, thanks Fl-Frey." Fuck. "Frey, thank you." He drags it out like a child that's just learned how to speak, making sure it's correct. It's not at all distracting that they've sent blood away from one head to another and look like Flora. "I'm gonna go before I say anything else," he grins, sheepish as he retrieves the bag and scurries off down the shimmering road.
[FIN]
Kaisel
Enjoy the life, it's a great day to be alive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
