Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
He pauses as he's bid to, head tilting back faintly to hear her better, arm still thrown over his eyes like they've been scalded. He can hear her getting closer, and while he assumes she wouldn't be flinging her tits about, he can never be too sure these days with the company Flora keeps and the 'rules' of Torchline (better said the lack of them). "Are you decent??" he asks, hesitantly lowering his arm as she continues to talk. He hadn't actually seen anything, but can only assume, what with her being Flora's bestie, that she's out here trying to get some vitamin D for her girls. He's not about to get strung into the alternative D of that joke in any shape or form, accidental or otherwise, no thank you. "I didn't mean to ruin your tanning, or whatever," he trails off, squinting over at her and finding her thankfully covered.
"Apologize?" he wonders, the word drawn out like he's never encountered it before. He's trying to remember the last time they'd crossed paths, and what she needed to be sorry about. Between her crossed arms and the heat rising to her cheeks, it seems like something he should remember if it's that hard for her to admit to it, but he's at a complete loss for what she's going on about, and he feels bad about that. Anxiously a hand lifts to scrub at the back of his head, hair fluffing around the movement. "Uuuuuh, what?"
Admittedly he'd been disappointed in her efforts to fill in for him when he thought putting distance between him and Flora was best, but she'd tried to warn him away and it'd been a whole shit show anyway, he's not sure she would have made a huge difference no matter how hard she tried, something he can admit to now. He isn't quite sure what she took out on him though, and pretty confident he'd never forget some titties, least of all forbidden ones, he can safely cross that off the list. "Are you talking about the masquerade?" He blows air out between his lips so hard they raspberry briefly, the hand in his hair flopping out at the wrist in front of him dismissively. "Don't even worry about that old shit. People always get weird when they're drunk, especially if they have masks."
She looks worried though, so he fist bumps at her arm, a true apology accepted move. "Just keep everything locked up and I'm down," he agrees, to sharing, and takes a few steps back towards the edge like he'd been doing to start with. "Haven't seen you in a while though, how ya been?"
"Apologize?" he wonders, the word drawn out like he's never encountered it before. He's trying to remember the last time they'd crossed paths, and what she needed to be sorry about. Between her crossed arms and the heat rising to her cheeks, it seems like something he should remember if it's that hard for her to admit to it, but he's at a complete loss for what she's going on about, and he feels bad about that. Anxiously a hand lifts to scrub at the back of his head, hair fluffing around the movement. "Uuuuuh, what?"
Admittedly he'd been disappointed in her efforts to fill in for him when he thought putting distance between him and Flora was best, but she'd tried to warn him away and it'd been a whole shit show anyway, he's not sure she would have made a huge difference no matter how hard she tried, something he can admit to now. He isn't quite sure what she took out on him though, and pretty confident he'd never forget some titties, least of all forbidden ones, he can safely cross that off the list. "Are you talking about the masquerade?" He blows air out between his lips so hard they raspberry briefly, the hand in his hair flopping out at the wrist in front of him dismissively. "Don't even worry about that old shit. People always get weird when they're drunk, especially if they have masks."
She looks worried though, so he fist bumps at her arm, a true apology accepted move. "Just keep everything locked up and I'm down," he agrees, to sharing, and takes a few steps back towards the edge like he'd been doing to start with. "Haven't seen you in a while though, how ya been?"
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
