// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
She's listing off the rest of their chores here like a to-do list he's forgotten, and he nods along with a cautiously drawn out "uh huh." The uncertainty is rising in response to the Cheshire grin she maintains, that and the slow, meaningful dip of her lashes. She's giving him bedroom eyes while simultaneously telling him they've got work to do. While her 'brows bounce, his furrow with confusion, desperately trying to connect these fruit shaped dots like they're a sexy puzzle.
"So...we're gonna...skinny dip again?" Surely there's some streams around here, just hopefully free of leeches. Then, as if word association takes over, he fires out an alternative, "summon the Flood to hose us down!" He snaps his fingers, because no, skinny dipping had taught him not to channel carelessly. "Hose each other off?" Does the Sugartide have a hose? He has a hose, for her. "Shower!" Unspoken, but thought, water balloon fight also makes an appearance. Shower is his final answer though, and while he'd think she'd prefer they are clean before climbing aboard, he's also becoming convinced she's part mermaid at this rate and all signs point to shower.
Any one's a winner in his book honestly, and all the more reason to rip off his shirt and get these fucking fruits ready for uncontaminated juicing. He's rather taken aback then by the slow and unguarded way she's looking at him, and for a moment he glances down, wondering if there is already a leech he picked up from the mud. "Wha—" he starts to say, but her smile blooms with the quiet magic of mornings spent waking next to her, when the first light slips through the curtains and crowns her curls in gold, soft and full of everything good that hasn’t happened yet. It stops him in his tracks, and her I love you hits like a kiss he didn’t see coming, gentle but so full of feeling it knocks the wind out of him and leaves his heart grinning like an idiot, his mouth too.
"You know, I can carry lots of things," he tells her with a peacock's pride in the matter, shifting the 'bag' onto part of one arm and it's hand to free his other for the plucking up of a few limes, which he drops into the shirt.
"So...we're gonna...skinny dip again?" Surely there's some streams around here, just hopefully free of leeches. Then, as if word association takes over, he fires out an alternative, "summon the Flood to hose us down!" He snaps his fingers, because no, skinny dipping had taught him not to channel carelessly. "Hose each other off?" Does the Sugartide have a hose? He has a hose, for her. "Shower!" Unspoken, but thought, water balloon fight also makes an appearance. Shower is his final answer though, and while he'd think she'd prefer they are clean before climbing aboard, he's also becoming convinced she's part mermaid at this rate and all signs point to shower.
Any one's a winner in his book honestly, and all the more reason to rip off his shirt and get these fucking fruits ready for uncontaminated juicing. He's rather taken aback then by the slow and unguarded way she's looking at him, and for a moment he glances down, wondering if there is already a leech he picked up from the mud. "Wha—" he starts to say, but her smile blooms with the quiet magic of mornings spent waking next to her, when the first light slips through the curtains and crowns her curls in gold, soft and full of everything good that hasn’t happened yet. It stops him in his tracks, and her I love you hits like a kiss he didn’t see coming, gentle but so full of feeling it knocks the wind out of him and leaves his heart grinning like an idiot, his mouth too.
"You know, I can carry lots of things," he tells her with a peacock's pride in the matter, shifting the 'bag' onto part of one arm and it's hand to free his other for the plucking up of a few limes, which he drops into the shirt.
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
