Kaisel
Unusual is certainly a word for it, but he supposes Ludo is the best indicator of all. Biting back his own laugh about his friend, he clears his throat instead and asks, "did Remi used to do shit like that too, y'know, when he worked for Ludo?" He's admittedly rusty on old demi skills, not much needing to bother keeping track of things a channel could no longer do, but it doesn't keep his curiosity at bay about what the hell Ludo gets up to and if it's worth calling on Mel again sometime.
A glance is cast back at Mateo at the mention of a disastrous version of this dinner in the past. "Oh?" he mumbles, aiming for more nonchalance than is true. "What went so wrong with that one? Would hate to repeat the same blunders." If he's using Mateo like last year's test he can copy off, what of it? He still plans to study, but any extra edge is sure to help.
Using a mixture of dragging his fingers to spread the soil evenly and smoothing or patting some of it around with his palm, the first bed starts to take shape between the two of them. "Good," he breathes with relief in regards to Mateo being there, even if the title of 'audience member' is telling. He'd figured as much, but the reassurance is helpful. "Glad to be a night's worth of entertainment at the very least, I guess," he huffs out a laugh. He begins to hollow out some sections of the dirt to receive the seedlings, mindful not to try and squeeze in too many too close together, although he's certain Mateo won't allow it either way. "Hopefully the first of many family dinners. I know Flora is always happy when everyone can come together. Could become a regular thing, assuming I don't botch it."
A glance is cast back at Mateo at the mention of a disastrous version of this dinner in the past. "Oh?" he mumbles, aiming for more nonchalance than is true. "What went so wrong with that one? Would hate to repeat the same blunders." If he's using Mateo like last year's test he can copy off, what of it? He still plans to study, but any extra edge is sure to help.
Using a mixture of dragging his fingers to spread the soil evenly and smoothing or patting some of it around with his palm, the first bed starts to take shape between the two of them. "Good," he breathes with relief in regards to Mateo being there, even if the title of 'audience member' is telling. He'd figured as much, but the reassurance is helpful. "Glad to be a night's worth of entertainment at the very least, I guess," he huffs out a laugh. He begins to hollow out some sections of the dirt to receive the seedlings, mindful not to try and squeeze in too many too close together, although he's certain Mateo won't allow it either way. "Hopefully the first of many family dinners. I know Flora is always happy when everyone can come together. Could become a regular thing, assuming I don't botch it."
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
