Kaisel
As the door parts he rolls over on his shoulder more to better face the crack. The short, blue eye that greets him is unmistakable, and a smile is already taking shape even before she parts the door further to truly greet him. When she does though, and he's afforded more than just her image to look at, his gaze can't help but travel the scene that takes shape behind her. He had never asked much about her work, and is not well versed on Dygra or the Ancients as a whole aside from surface level information.
The image of the bound, nude man is jarring enough to feel out of place, like something he must have imagined wrong, so his smile only falters faintly. He blinks quickly, trying to clear it as she greets him, drawing his focus wholly back to her, despite the halo of fuckery behind her. "Charlie!" he returns with equal enthusiasm, although it begins to dim into further uncertainty as her attire makes it that much harder to deny the situation unfolding, impolite as it had been to look. He still isn't sure what it is, or is maybe just choosing obstinately not to understand it, but it's clear he's caught her at a bad time.
She doesn't seem to think so, acting as if nothing is amiss, even as his attention flicks back over her shoulder at the long complaint of the yes still very bound and nude man with a basin of what he's positive is not wine. "Wha—uh—well I came to apologize about the party night and see if you wanted to accompany me to see Dygra, like we talked about." One hand hangs off the back of his neck while he chuckles nervously, trying to ignore the work (?) she's doing, but it's not so easy when it's painting her red. "Buuuuut, you're busy right now, so I can come back later," he offers as he starts to take a step back.
The image of the bound, nude man is jarring enough to feel out of place, like something he must have imagined wrong, so his smile only falters faintly. He blinks quickly, trying to clear it as she greets him, drawing his focus wholly back to her, despite the halo of fuckery behind her. "Charlie!" he returns with equal enthusiasm, although it begins to dim into further uncertainty as her attire makes it that much harder to deny the situation unfolding, impolite as it had been to look. He still isn't sure what it is, or is maybe just choosing obstinately not to understand it, but it's clear he's caught her at a bad time.
She doesn't seem to think so, acting as if nothing is amiss, even as his attention flicks back over her shoulder at the long complaint of the yes still very bound and nude man with a basin of what he's positive is not wine. "Wha—uh—well I came to apologize about the party night and see if you wanted to accompany me to see Dygra, like we talked about." One hand hangs off the back of his neck while he chuckles nervously, trying to ignore the work (?) she's doing, but it's not so easy when it's painting her red. "Buuuuut, you're busy right now, so I can come back later," he offers as he starts to take a step back.
Wanted me to fail out of spite, I didn't
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
