// Got something inside, don't hide it, like dynamite ignitin' //
"Not sure anyone wants to hear about old lovers that stood you up Mateo," Kaisel quips as he turns a corner into the room where all the chaos is brewing. He means ghosted stories of course, an intended u-turn away from the much spookier subject Mateo definitely meant to focus on, and he's not sorry one bit for tossing it back in the man's face if it means avoiding the alternative.
He's waited to appear until he has Flora in the crook of his arm, both of them ready to face this family gauntlet together. That he's already met them all doesn't alter this being the first formal setting to gather everyone together and assess him in full, a judgement he's all too aware of being handed out in some shape or another. Reassurances that the bar has been buried low after previous ordeals doesn't change his desire to clear the highest rung he can, which is why it took at least three different outfit changes to declare himself ready, each one held up to her for approval.
He stands with his sleeves rolled and cardigan hanging open over a cream henley, the soft blue knit matching his socks patterned with dragons, slate chinos completing the look. It's casual enough for home, but deliberate enough for meeting every pair of eyes that matter, especially hers. His smile wears easy out of habit more than anything else at the moment, rather feeling like he could vomit if she lets go of his arm any time too soon.
Welcome hardly seems the greeting to offer, given this is truly her home and they've already made themselves comfortable in it, so he instead settles on, "hey, need any help?" Aimed more at Ronin in the kitchen, the only place he might be of use.
He's waited to appear until he has Flora in the crook of his arm, both of them ready to face this family gauntlet together. That he's already met them all doesn't alter this being the first formal setting to gather everyone together and assess him in full, a judgement he's all too aware of being handed out in some shape or another. Reassurances that the bar has been buried low after previous ordeals doesn't change his desire to clear the highest rung he can, which is why it took at least three different outfit changes to declare himself ready, each one held up to her for approval.
He stands with his sleeves rolled and cardigan hanging open over a cream henley, the soft blue knit matching his socks patterned with dragons, slate chinos completing the look. It's casual enough for home, but deliberate enough for meeting every pair of eyes that matter, especially hers. His smile wears easy out of habit more than anything else at the moment, rather feeling like he could vomit if she lets go of his arm any time too soon.
Welcome hardly seems the greeting to offer, given this is truly her home and they've already made themselves comfortable in it, so he instead settles on, "hey, need any help?" Aimed more at Ronin in the kitchen, the only place he might be of use.
Kaisel
// Take the music, learn to use it, turn it up 'til your speakers blow fuses //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
