// I'd take the fall—I got you covered when there's no one at all //
He breaks with a laugh mid-movement at her own name for the condition. "This is why you don't self-diagnose," he tsks, a very somber, lecturing sound. "Maybe you've a touch of it, but I don't think that's onset completely yet." That is to say, he's positive they could wreck each other further than this, and is in fact counting on doing so later. Maybe today still, or tomorrow, or both. He can't quite seem to get enough of her when everything she does lights him up on the spot, a glow of happiness so profound he can't help but turn into a human torch.
It's that exact burn igniting his movements now, the not not proposal like an afterburner, coupled with the desire to gift her what he's been holding onto for far too long. It's no ring, but it's still a bit of a promise, or the fulfillment of one anyway. Which is why his scoff drags out long and loud in reference to the vile mud. "Absolutely NOT!" He's half a mind to go all noodle again and drop her as proof. "This is because you keep making me go for runs." Which he's still going to grumble about until they're both dead, but it's a necessary evil, he can admit to that.
Waltzing into the bedroom, he places her down on her bed with an intentional toss at the very end to flop her onto the mattress with a bounce. Grinning to himself, he perches on the edge, leaning down for his backpack. "Okay, I lied earlier, I'll give you the present now. ONLY, because it might help, because I also don't want to do any more chores." In fact, coming to the bedroom is far more dangerous than the shower. With nothing but towels and the plush comfort of a bed, he could easily get swept away into a lazy cat nap cuddled up with her, or see if she could become thoroughly symptomatic with toowellfuckedtoeverywalkagainitis.
First, he withdraws his own spirit whistle, glancing over his shoulder at her as he blows it in much the same fashion. "Hey spirits? Could you juice all those fruits for us? Thaaaaaaaaaanks so much!" Pausing just long enough to confirm that there's an answer on the deck where the fruits lay scattered, containers in the cupboards surely available (and flour free) for them to use if they don't have their own whims.
Once confirmed, he reaches back into his bag. "Okay, close your eyes and hold out your hands," he instructs. Reaching, he pulls out the bag with its seashell design and oceanic colors, the little charm from Mateo's efforts on the handle, blessed now by Frey to capture the wind for her. He turns to offer it up, aware he doesn't need to call attention to old mistakes, but wanting to fulfill as much as he said he would for her where he can. "I thought, maybe this would help, when we go see the whales," he tries to explain, which is invitation for her to look now.
Kai uses the spirit pact from my birthday rewards
Kai gives Flora this item:
Bag of Gusts | A seashell-shaped bag that when opened, emits a constant stream of air for 10ft.
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
It's that exact burn igniting his movements now, the not not proposal like an afterburner, coupled with the desire to gift her what he's been holding onto for far too long. It's no ring, but it's still a bit of a promise, or the fulfillment of one anyway. Which is why his scoff drags out long and loud in reference to the vile mud. "Absolutely NOT!" He's half a mind to go all noodle again and drop her as proof. "This is because you keep making me go for runs." Which he's still going to grumble about until they're both dead, but it's a necessary evil, he can admit to that.
Waltzing into the bedroom, he places her down on her bed with an intentional toss at the very end to flop her onto the mattress with a bounce. Grinning to himself, he perches on the edge, leaning down for his backpack. "Okay, I lied earlier, I'll give you the present now. ONLY, because it might help, because I also don't want to do any more chores." In fact, coming to the bedroom is far more dangerous than the shower. With nothing but towels and the plush comfort of a bed, he could easily get swept away into a lazy cat nap cuddled up with her, or see if she could become thoroughly symptomatic with toowellfuckedtoeverywalkagainitis.
First, he withdraws his own spirit whistle, glancing over his shoulder at her as he blows it in much the same fashion. "Hey spirits? Could you juice all those fruits for us? Thaaaaaaaaaanks so much!" Pausing just long enough to confirm that there's an answer on the deck where the fruits lay scattered, containers in the cupboards surely available (and flour free) for them to use if they don't have their own whims.
Once confirmed, he reaches back into his bag. "Okay, close your eyes and hold out your hands," he instructs. Reaching, he pulls out the bag with its seashell design and oceanic colors, the little charm from Mateo's efforts on the handle, blessed now by Frey to capture the wind for her. He turns to offer it up, aware he doesn't need to call attention to old mistakes, but wanting to fulfill as much as he said he would for her where he can. "I thought, maybe this would help, when we go see the whales," he tries to explain, which is invitation for her to look now.
Kai uses the spirit pact from my birthday rewards
Kai gives Flora this item:
Bag of Gusts | A seashell-shaped bag that when opened, emits a constant stream of air for 10ft.
Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
Kaisel
// When you need somebody to turn to—Nobody got you the way I do //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
