Kaisel
His 'brows raise in continued disbelief at her. Maybe he should attribute it to the drinks, but "what I literally heard you say, was that the spirits could get some suits for them," he points out, a tightness to his voice as hers tips into wildness. "You were the one to suggest they could go without instead." His jaw feathers again, working against the disappointment that sinks deeper with every rebuttal she makes. "I think it's one thing to make sure your friends don't turn into stone, and quite another to offer they undress."
His hands finally retreat in full from the space around them, sinking into the pockets of his shorts, as if he's given up hope of finding anything steadying he could grab hold of between them now. "Not to mention, no one had to go in the hot tub. Plenty of things we could have done instead." That his words had sparked the idea are ones he'd gladly take back, but he'd no idea the avalanche hot tub would make.
The shout she offers up next is one he watches with the faintest curl of hope that, annoyances aside, they'd found some understanding. It's a shock, then, to be bit by accusation. instead. For a moment, all he can do is stare, blinking against the sting as her voice echoes off into the night. A sharp, humorless sound slips out—half laugh, half scoff. "Oh, I see," he mutters, glancing off toward the dark for a moment like the shrubbery might get it all. "You’re embarrassed of me." The words come out quieter than he means, but edged all the same as his attention rounds back to her. It makes sense now, the way she’s fighting so hard for this, for them. Because he's the one that ruined this oh so simple fun, and her good hostess efforts, and didn't wow her friends with a naked strut across the deck. His gaze flicks back to her, wounded and incredulous at the slap of her words. "You think one half-assed remark back means I made ‘shitty comments to your friends’?" He exhales forcefully, unsure how he keeps being surprised so horribly.
The mockery hits unlike any she's ever done before. The tremor of his breath catches, irritation and hurt warping together, a blaze across his expression as it narrows. "When did asking questions make me controlling? I haven’t told you that you can’t do anything, I just—" He stops himself, shaking his head like the words are a trap and he's not about to get pulled under again. "Forget it." She's not listening anyway. He doesn't even think she cares. They're just biting because they have teeth now. So he shrugs, an exaggerated motion, because he's completely out of energy left to stand here and take all these blows from her just because he doesn't like something. "Far be it from me to stand in your way Flora, so please, go enjoy your fucking hot tub and your friends." An arm gestures freely towards the house. "Your choice, to be clear. Would hate to control you," he adds with a forced, tight-lipped smile that hides the way he crumbles.
His hands finally retreat in full from the space around them, sinking into the pockets of his shorts, as if he's given up hope of finding anything steadying he could grab hold of between them now. "Not to mention, no one had to go in the hot tub. Plenty of things we could have done instead." That his words had sparked the idea are ones he'd gladly take back, but he'd no idea the avalanche hot tub would make.
The shout she offers up next is one he watches with the faintest curl of hope that, annoyances aside, they'd found some understanding. It's a shock, then, to be bit by accusation. instead. For a moment, all he can do is stare, blinking against the sting as her voice echoes off into the night. A sharp, humorless sound slips out—half laugh, half scoff. "Oh, I see," he mutters, glancing off toward the dark for a moment like the shrubbery might get it all. "You’re embarrassed of me." The words come out quieter than he means, but edged all the same as his attention rounds back to her. It makes sense now, the way she’s fighting so hard for this, for them. Because he's the one that ruined this oh so simple fun, and her good hostess efforts, and didn't wow her friends with a naked strut across the deck. His gaze flicks back to her, wounded and incredulous at the slap of her words. "You think one half-assed remark back means I made ‘shitty comments to your friends’?" He exhales forcefully, unsure how he keeps being surprised so horribly.
The mockery hits unlike any she's ever done before. The tremor of his breath catches, irritation and hurt warping together, a blaze across his expression as it narrows. "When did asking questions make me controlling? I haven’t told you that you can’t do anything, I just—" He stops himself, shaking his head like the words are a trap and he's not about to get pulled under again. "Forget it." She's not listening anyway. He doesn't even think she cares. They're just biting because they have teeth now. So he shrugs, an exaggerated motion, because he's completely out of energy left to stand here and take all these blows from her just because he doesn't like something. "Far be it from me to stand in your way Flora, so please, go enjoy your fucking hot tub and your friends." An arm gestures freely towards the house. "Your choice, to be clear. Would hate to control you," he adds with a forced, tight-lipped smile that hides the way he crumbles.
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
