[RQ] [SE] playing dirty

// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //

His own laughter sparks vibrant and full at the sight of her stunned into stillness, and rightfully silenced, as mud smears across her chest. It isn't a long period of hesitancy or triumph, but his grin prods out at the sight just the same, deeply satisfied. That is, until her remark has him puh!ing at the implication her mud trick is the cause.

He only has time to draw in a breath, before immediately expending it on a squeal of terror as she rises with mud in either hand. Dual wielding terror with horrific speed, Kaisel turns tail and darts through the jungle with a sudden, reckless abandon for his footsteps. All he knows is nope! "Noooo, I don't want jungle badonkers!"

Laughter maddeningly steals the breath of his endurance as he tries to run, but the slick mud underfoot is the true villain because it steals the vertical from him. His heel hits and immediately skates over the mud, yanking his legs out from under him as he lands on his back, prime for a sloppy boob job. The mud he disturbed reforms into place, unbothered, while he scrabbles for a handful to arm himself with.

Kaisel

// When you need somebody to turn to—Nobody got you the way I do //