// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
The satisfaction at properly reading her mind, which is a convoluted place at times, and the promise of a shower far outweighs the patronization. "I didn't think you'd want to contaminate the Sugartide," he grins back, chuffed (not in the train or ass way) that she doesn't seem to care. Well, that and the other options are just worse, or limited. Although he could always call a spirit instead of her dad. "I got on the same wave length eventually. Won't be long and I'll be finishing your..." he purposefully trails off, leaving it open for her to slot the final word in with a spark of challenge in his gaze.
Between the two of them the shirt-bag fills quick enough, and he's unsure just how many fruits they need but he feels like this is more than plenty. He's not just saying that because it's getting heavy—he could do this all day son—or because he wants to get her into the shower as soon as possible...actually yes, that is exactly why.
A chuckle escapes him, a sly "I know, right?" answering her back just as teasingly. "I'll even carry you." Which he'd do well to remember one of the days she selects shoes shoes that prioritize fashion over comfort a touch too far on a long night out. He would though, happily, especially if the shoes end up worth it. After reorganizing his fruit bag and coming to the conclusion they're done, he glances up at her and her new, tangy totties. His mouth curls wide with a contained laugh as his stare fixates on the heft of her new assets. "I can run and carry all those things at once," he announces with a sudden lurch towards her as if he means to give chase, his free hand swiping out to grab at one of her citrus cannons. He will run after her if she flees, carefully and slowly, not keen on wiping out in the mud again.
Between the two of them the shirt-bag fills quick enough, and he's unsure just how many fruits they need but he feels like this is more than plenty. He's not just saying that because it's getting heavy—he could do this all day son—or because he wants to get her into the shower as soon as possible...actually yes, that is exactly why.
A chuckle escapes him, a sly "I know, right?" answering her back just as teasingly. "I'll even carry you." Which he'd do well to remember one of the days she selects shoes shoes that prioritize fashion over comfort a touch too far on a long night out. He would though, happily, especially if the shoes end up worth it. After reorganizing his fruit bag and coming to the conclusion they're done, he glances up at her and her new, tangy totties. His mouth curls wide with a contained laugh as his stare fixates on the heft of her new assets. "I can run and carry all those things at once," he announces with a sudden lurch towards her as if he means to give chase, his free hand swiping out to grab at one of her citrus cannons. He will run after her if she flees, carefully and slowly, not keen on wiping out in the mud again.
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
