the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
Well, that ended up being easier than he imagined. Astaroth takes it all in without eating him, although he still looks like he could, if he wanted to. Genuine relief this time finds Kaisel, the tension in his shoulders easing further, letting the seat take him more fully. "That's good, I was worried they'd be ruined." From one clothing lover to another, he knows the travesty of that.
Claiming the shot Asta slides towards him in exchange for the gift, Kaisel picks it up with interest. He can't say he's ever had one like this, but it looks pretty. He gives it a cursory sniff, and other than the strong punch of alcohol, it smells good too—sweet. He knocks it back, an approving grimace answering back as he sets the empty glass down on the counter, shaking his head faintly. "A deal?" he wonders around the lick of sugary heat that's beginning to settle in his gut. He lifts his gaze back towards the Butcher, feeling very much like this is one of those nights his mom used to warn him about. For someone who finds promises rather binding, Kaisel immediately prickles at the overly vague nature of this offer.
"What sort of favor?" he attempts to clarify, gaze narrowing faintly as he considers the possibilities at play. Astaroth and him don't know each other well, and he's certain the butcher has much stronger allies to call upon, but as a man recently slighted it wouldn't be surprising if he wanted to slot Kaisel into a sticky situation that he'd not put one of his better friends into. Flora's name could only offer so much protection, especially if it could be said Kaisel willingly took on whatever shitshow occurs. "No fucking or killing," he offers up, as a good place to draw some boundaries.
Claiming the shot Asta slides towards him in exchange for the gift, Kaisel picks it up with interest. He can't say he's ever had one like this, but it looks pretty. He gives it a cursory sniff, and other than the strong punch of alcohol, it smells good too—sweet. He knocks it back, an approving grimace answering back as he sets the empty glass down on the counter, shaking his head faintly. "A deal?" he wonders around the lick of sugary heat that's beginning to settle in his gut. He lifts his gaze back towards the Butcher, feeling very much like this is one of those nights his mom used to warn him about. For someone who finds promises rather binding, Kaisel immediately prickles at the overly vague nature of this offer.
"What sort of favor?" he attempts to clarify, gaze narrowing faintly as he considers the possibilities at play. Astaroth and him don't know each other well, and he's certain the butcher has much stronger allies to call upon, but as a man recently slighted it wouldn't be surprising if he wanted to slot Kaisel into a sticky situation that he'd not put one of his better friends into. Flora's name could only offer so much protection, especially if it could be said Kaisel willingly took on whatever shitshow occurs. "No fucking or killing," he offers up, as a good place to draw some boundaries.
Kaisel
everybody come hang, let's go out with a bang
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
