// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
He's inclined to ask what reasons she would dirty her name for, if only to prepare her cell in advance, but the laughter that sweeps them away at the insistence of her molded one-eyed cyclops disrupts all other thoughts. "I would hope it never gets flatter," he agrees swiftly, eyes widening as if the thought of it had never reached him before and he has a new horror to grapple with now. "I mostly meant the poking in the side." There's been a cuddle or two that had only intended to be innocent and cozy until Lil' Kai popped up between them in greeting. Her fault, really.
With the opportunity of payback at her disposal, her jungle python slithers up his side with another meaningful visit, some of it smearing along him in the process. "Eugh," he complains around a laugh, arching away from it as best he can. "I regret giving you this power now." Should have gone for a third boob.
Around the disbelieving grin at the wild way she's wielding her sword, his gaze lifts back to her, a 'brow arching at the lead of something becoming harder. Unfortunately it's nothing to do with him, not exactly, and he releases a low scoff in response. "You started this," he retorts cheekily, more than happy to let her reap what she sowed here. Though, the spread of mischief along her features doesn't suggest she has much mind for getting up to do said collecting, and the downward drift of her hand implies she is going to get to the other things that can be harder about all this.
His breath catches, anticipation coiling as her touch skims along his body, eager for that brush to find its way to his pants python. Instead, she draws up a whistle, and his trousers remain terribly abandoned. Confusion breaks across his expression and dissolves into an eyeroll that's so hefty it carries him right off her as well. "Very impressive," he drawls without sincerity as he gathers to his feet. In that moment, in the wake of lost expectations, she could have summoned Ludo in a ballgown for a dance competition and his sentiments would have remained the same.
He reaches down to help her up as the fruit rain begins around them, inspiring a low laugh at the absurdity of it all. "That is easier," he admits, glancing around at all the different colored citrus deposited for them. He grabs at the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head. He ties a knot at the bottom of it, holding open the neckline of his freshly fashioned bag, his backpack back on the ship. "You gather, I'll carry?" he offers.
With the opportunity of payback at her disposal, her jungle python slithers up his side with another meaningful visit, some of it smearing along him in the process. "Eugh," he complains around a laugh, arching away from it as best he can. "I regret giving you this power now." Should have gone for a third boob.
Around the disbelieving grin at the wild way she's wielding her sword, his gaze lifts back to her, a 'brow arching at the lead of something becoming harder. Unfortunately it's nothing to do with him, not exactly, and he releases a low scoff in response. "You started this," he retorts cheekily, more than happy to let her reap what she sowed here. Though, the spread of mischief along her features doesn't suggest she has much mind for getting up to do said collecting, and the downward drift of her hand implies she is going to get to the other things that can be harder about all this.
His breath catches, anticipation coiling as her touch skims along his body, eager for that brush to find its way to his pants python. Instead, she draws up a whistle, and his trousers remain terribly abandoned. Confusion breaks across his expression and dissolves into an eyeroll that's so hefty it carries him right off her as well. "Very impressive," he drawls without sincerity as he gathers to his feet. In that moment, in the wake of lost expectations, she could have summoned Ludo in a ballgown for a dance competition and his sentiments would have remained the same.
He reaches down to help her up as the fruit rain begins around them, inspiring a low laugh at the absurdity of it all. "That is easier," he admits, glancing around at all the different colored citrus deposited for them. He grabs at the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head. He ties a knot at the bottom of it, holding open the neckline of his freshly fashioned bag, his backpack back on the ship. "You gather, I'll carry?" he offers.
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
