// Got something inside, don't hide it, like dynamite ignitin' //
Ditto, he mouths back, perhaps unsuccessfully with the curl of a smile trying to take over. Settling into shrimping for the time being, Kaisel offers one up to Spice, purely for taste testing reasons of course and nothing to do with bribery or the fact she is the true perfect baby angel of this household. Flora's question lifts his gaze, the sound of the more distant conversation and the fact he doesn't understand a word otherwise something he'd tuned out, focus staunchly on not fucking up Ronin's dinner.
"Oh?" His expression lifts with the surprise of the sudden drama she doles out for him, specifically her death tossed over the counter like nothing more than an appetizer. It dries his throat for a moment, and he shakes his head as though it might clear it, and any lingering thoughts of her demise. He glances in the direction of the two men as if putting faces to figures would piece it all together. "Guess that means the idea of a family game night is out? Don't need to stoke competitive arguments alongside any others." Some pictionary or charades is usually a good icebreaker, but could end up putting someone on ice too.
Speaking of ice, he feels like Spice is breathing down his neck the way his nerves prick in response to Ronin. "Me?" he says a bit too high pitched for his liking, and turns to clear his throat into his arm. It shouldn't be a surprising topic, all things considered, but the ease with which it's admitted to is what's got him a bit stunned. "Wh—uh—well whatever keeps the peace, I guess," he laughs nervously, nodding a strong agreement to the offer of a beer, feeling like he should have pregamed a bit first and shotgunned one in the room.
"Oh?" His expression lifts with the surprise of the sudden drama she doles out for him, specifically her death tossed over the counter like nothing more than an appetizer. It dries his throat for a moment, and he shakes his head as though it might clear it, and any lingering thoughts of her demise. He glances in the direction of the two men as if putting faces to figures would piece it all together. "Guess that means the idea of a family game night is out? Don't need to stoke competitive arguments alongside any others." Some pictionary or charades is usually a good icebreaker, but could end up putting someone on ice too.
Speaking of ice, he feels like Spice is breathing down his neck the way his nerves prick in response to Ronin. "Me?" he says a bit too high pitched for his liking, and turns to clear his throat into his arm. It shouldn't be a surprising topic, all things considered, but the ease with which it's admitted to is what's got him a bit stunned. "Wh—uh—well whatever keeps the peace, I guess," he laughs nervously, nodding a strong agreement to the offer of a beer, feeling like he should have pregamed a bit first and shotgunned one in the room.
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
