no bullies or bums, the chums are tens here

// Got something inside, don't hide it, like dynamite ignitin' //

Perhaps if Ronin could turn into a ghoul as well as Remi, Kaisel would not have been so brave, but as it stands he's never quite found it in him to fear a man, as the scar on his back would attest to for better or worse. A woman on the other hand...

He nearly winces with the tone Flora sinks into, one he has heard before, and one that does not inspire any images of heat. As Remi slips between the ice, pulling Ronin away from the steadily rising humor between them, Kaisel does the same. His gaze finds Flora now, an attempt to grab her in a distant embrace, wordless but speaking just the same. A bid for her to steady, because they've still got this.

"I knew what he meant," Kaisel offers easily, a shoulder shrugging back like this is the least offensive thing he could have expected in locker rooms and barracks. The kitchen just makes it nicer, if anything. He pushes off from the counter, beer in hand, taking a casual drink from it as he sidles up alongside flora with a hand finding hers. "End of Leafchange, wasn't it Ro?" He glances back towards the dads, smile still finding its place like nothing is amiss. "You all just celebrated, ten years, was it?" he whistles out a breath, impressed.

Kaisel

// Take the music, learn to use it, turn it up 'til your speakers blow fuses //