Kaisel
The rain is a light drizzle today. The sort that doesn't make you feel wet until it seeps into your clothes and starts to drip from your hair, which takes some time, so you almost forget until it's too late. It collects on every bit of hair and bedazzles it, turning women's upper lips into an external grill to be envious of. It's not enough to be worthy of Kaisel's bright yellow rain jacket, but he does have on his violet windbreaker and thick enough pants that he won't mind. He expected a little bit of weather out here.
First things first though, he's got his carefully drawn up plans unrolling on the table in front of Mateo, pencil set in his mouth like a bit as his hands finish smoothing out the document. "Mmkay," he mutters around the wood, tapping his sketch with a finger and glancing up. "Sho, ight here, iam dinking vasil," his voice puffs out muffled around the pencil. He retrieves it in the next breath, bringing the now saliva-shiny tool down onto the paper where he taps the point and circles. "And overrrr here, some oregano and parsley."
First things first though, he's got his carefully drawn up plans unrolling on the table in front of Mateo, pencil set in his mouth like a bit as his hands finish smoothing out the document. "Mmkay," he mutters around the wood, tapping his sketch with a finger and glancing up. "Sho, ight here, iam dinking vasil," his voice puffs out muffled around the pencil. He retrieves it in the next breath, bringing the now saliva-shiny tool down onto the paper where he taps the point and circles. "And overrrr here, some oregano and parsley."
There's darkness in the distance
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
