Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
His lips twist up into something fighting back sourness for both their sakes. "Oh, I remember, just doesn't seem like that matters much around here. Flora's friends, Astaroth and Danta aren't from here either, but didn't stop them pulling their dicks out no problem." A hand waves towards the offending hottub nearby. "So I'm not taking my chances." Though, he's visibly easing at her reassurance, and the small restoration of faith that he's not so insane for his shock at the whole ordeal.
As they each step back towards their original places/targets, hers the chair and his the water, her answer hits his back like an uncertain rain. Scattered and cold, too light to be proper rain and too heavy to be mist. He settles on the side of the pool instead of wading in just yet, legs slipping under the surface as he glances over his shoulder at her with a squint like the Fry Futurama gif. "I might not know you as well as I know Flora," which is a given, but hang on chat he has a point, "but that's the least convincing fine I think I've ever heard." He's actually not sure fine is ever a real word, least of all when women say it.
He leaves that hanging, an offer for her to say more, not about to bully her into it. Especially not with an egg distracting the both of them. Now his gaze narrows like the suspicious chicken gif. "Another one?" His voice pitches up with the harried disbelief of it. "Second one around this house..." he mutters something about Flora's sprits under his breath before his gaze turns back to the water, watching it slide off his legs as he lifts them up and dips them back down.
As they each step back towards their original places/targets, hers the chair and his the water, her answer hits his back like an uncertain rain. Scattered and cold, too light to be proper rain and too heavy to be mist. He settles on the side of the pool instead of wading in just yet, legs slipping under the surface as he glances over his shoulder at her with a squint like the Fry Futurama gif. "I might not know you as well as I know Flora," which is a given, but hang on chat he has a point, "but that's the least convincing fine I think I've ever heard." He's actually not sure fine is ever a real word, least of all when women say it.
He leaves that hanging, an offer for her to say more, not about to bully her into it. Especially not with an egg distracting the both of them. Now his gaze narrows like the suspicious chicken gif. "Another one?" His voice pitches up with the harried disbelief of it. "Second one around this house..." he mutters something about Flora's sprits under his breath before his gaze turns back to the water, watching it slide off his legs as he lifts them up and dips them back down.
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
