// Got something inside, don't hide it, like dynamite ignitin' //
He doesn't quite grasp the entirety of everything she's feeling in the moment until her gaze finds his, glassy and threatening to drown in something too dark when there'd just been so much sunshine. Even then, he doesn't know the depths of all that gathers, only that the drop-off is there.
Every attempt to play nice is for her sake, certain that all things considered, she does not want this night dashed upon rocks which already claim far too much wreckage. The lighthouse of conversation beams out, the unsteady flickering of a breeze teasing the wick done for now. His thumb rolls over her hand, a pulse of comfort, keeping her with him instead of to that roar of seafoam and salt that'll ruin her hairdo. "It absolutely does," he agrees, voice softened with the fondness that takes up all the space in his breath.
To hear the sentiment echoed in return from Remi drags Kaisel's eye briefly from her, shooting the tried and true couple a broad grin. "Oh?" He leans in a touch even, more than happy to hear how they met, to focus on the love that runs like a current between them as if it could sweep them all of them up in the promise of something lasting. Instead, the lighthouse gutters again, and he doesn't think the winds will disperse without a change of landscape.
A small, audible noise of thought parts from his lips as he leans back. "Well, I won't stick myself in your dinner any longer, it's in very capable hands." He nods towards the pot that's called Ronin back like purpose. "C'mon gorgeous," he says instead to Flora, starting to walk backwards from her and out the kitchen, fingers tugging her along like something that refuses to let go. He even lifts his hold up to spin her about in the process, as if this is nothing more than a dance to music maybe only they hear. "We need to challenge Mateo and see if he can break my record for number of gummy worms caught without hands." That is to say, he wants to throw candy at everyone's faces, appetizer and entertainment in one.
Every attempt to play nice is for her sake, certain that all things considered, she does not want this night dashed upon rocks which already claim far too much wreckage. The lighthouse of conversation beams out, the unsteady flickering of a breeze teasing the wick done for now. His thumb rolls over her hand, a pulse of comfort, keeping her with him instead of to that roar of seafoam and salt that'll ruin her hairdo. "It absolutely does," he agrees, voice softened with the fondness that takes up all the space in his breath.
To hear the sentiment echoed in return from Remi drags Kaisel's eye briefly from her, shooting the tried and true couple a broad grin. "Oh?" He leans in a touch even, more than happy to hear how they met, to focus on the love that runs like a current between them as if it could sweep them all of them up in the promise of something lasting. Instead, the lighthouse gutters again, and he doesn't think the winds will disperse without a change of landscape.
A small, audible noise of thought parts from his lips as he leans back. "Well, I won't stick myself in your dinner any longer, it's in very capable hands." He nods towards the pot that's called Ronin back like purpose. "C'mon gorgeous," he says instead to Flora, starting to walk backwards from her and out the kitchen, fingers tugging her along like something that refuses to let go. He even lifts his hold up to spin her about in the process, as if this is nothing more than a dance to music maybe only they hear. "We need to challenge Mateo and see if he can break my record for number of gummy worms caught without hands." That is to say, he wants to throw candy at everyone's faces, appetizer and entertainment in one.
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
