// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
His frown has deepened the further in they've sailed, leaning back a few times from the rails as leaves have pressed in far too comfortably on his personal space, like a mouth breather in an elevator that stands in the center instead of a corner like a sane person. He even swats at one after it tickles his ear, ducking out from under it with a scowl. He is a city boy after all, and nature as something beautiful and fun to see and explore has always been a bit of a strange idea to him. He prefers it a bit tamed, controlled with paths and rules that keep the leaves firmly away from his face.
Adding to the list of things he's not impressed by, the air shouldn't practically be chewable. It's no wonder no one lives here, it's terrible.
Climbing down after her, his frown deepens into a groaned "yuck" as the mud slurps up his legs. He's dressed for battle, decked out in his soldier garb, because while no fan of nature, this is not his first mission into the wilderness. It doesn't keep the weirdly warm (but also cold, deeper down?) grasp of the ground slurry around his legs from being any less disgusting though as it instantly dirties his boots and pants. "Ew, your lunch? You ever eat any by mistake?" His features scrunch at the idea of opening up a lunchbox and finding a quivering lump of mud lurking instead.
Like a dog that's never worn booties before, and is now, he picks his feet up high and creeps forward carefully, spinning around at times as he tries to scout out the best path. Flora's laugh draws his eye her way, abandoning the daggers he's glaring at the jungle to see what could be worth inspiring that sound, only to see a wriggling mound like sentient pudding in front of her. "Now that sounds cool," he relents with a touch of a smile edging in.
He creeps closer towards her, skating over some slicker ground for a moment that has his eyes widening with worry. He catches himself though, arms outstretched, knees bending like he's on a trapeze. "No," he answers, head shaking faintly, now that he's steadied. "Not much dirt or mud around, to be honest. Lots of stone. No memory stone that I know of though." His smile widens a touch though. "Although, memory stone would have been awesome. Imagine part of a building just getting up and walking away after construction is done." He imitates two fingers walking over the flat palm of his other hand. "Super annoying, especially if you're a builder, but that woulda been fun." He shrugs at the missed opportunity. "Koa, Noe, and I would sometimes go out and play with the memory snow stuff though. But usually growing up it was all about climbing shit. When I got older, we used to sail with reeeeally big kites from little floating rocks to others."
Adding to the list of things he's not impressed by, the air shouldn't practically be chewable. It's no wonder no one lives here, it's terrible.
Climbing down after her, his frown deepens into a groaned "yuck" as the mud slurps up his legs. He's dressed for battle, decked out in his soldier garb, because while no fan of nature, this is not his first mission into the wilderness. It doesn't keep the weirdly warm (but also cold, deeper down?) grasp of the ground slurry around his legs from being any less disgusting though as it instantly dirties his boots and pants. "Ew, your lunch? You ever eat any by mistake?" His features scrunch at the idea of opening up a lunchbox and finding a quivering lump of mud lurking instead.
Like a dog that's never worn booties before, and is now, he picks his feet up high and creeps forward carefully, spinning around at times as he tries to scout out the best path. Flora's laugh draws his eye her way, abandoning the daggers he's glaring at the jungle to see what could be worth inspiring that sound, only to see a wriggling mound like sentient pudding in front of her. "Now that sounds cool," he relents with a touch of a smile edging in.
He creeps closer towards her, skating over some slicker ground for a moment that has his eyes widening with worry. He catches himself though, arms outstretched, knees bending like he's on a trapeze. "No," he answers, head shaking faintly, now that he's steadied. "Not much dirt or mud around, to be honest. Lots of stone. No memory stone that I know of though." His smile widens a touch though. "Although, memory stone would have been awesome. Imagine part of a building just getting up and walking away after construction is done." He imitates two fingers walking over the flat palm of his other hand. "Super annoying, especially if you're a builder, but that woulda been fun." He shrugs at the missed opportunity. "Koa, Noe, and I would sometimes go out and play with the memory snow stuff though. But usually growing up it was all about climbing shit. When I got older, we used to sail with reeeeally big kites from little floating rocks to others."
Kaisel
// When you need somebody to turn to—Nobody got you the way I do //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
