Kaisel
He's sunk low, balancing in a resting squat that has his ass almost as low as his heels without any risk of falling. It gets him on better level with short-king raccoon Remi, allowing him to bear witness to every dramatic fuzzy motion and small breath. "Y'know, as a racoon, you have a lot more in common with Flora." He can't bite back the full force of his grin at watching the theatrics. As a very serious demi-dad steeped in past sorrows he has very little inkling of, and probably some amount of intimidation factor aimed his way, the resemblance isn't far beyond some physical features. He got a glimpse of some of Remi's playful side in their spar, but it'd been hoisted about almost unwillingly.
This however, the drama, is very on brand for the family.
Rising as Remi saunters away with a fiercely intent waddle of discovery, Kaisel shakes the collar in his hand to make the tags jungle as he walks after, gaze scanning the brush from his higher cantage point. Some dogs don't like to be nakey, and he wonders if the sound of dog's clothing might help inspire it's approach, or at least earn an excited bark of familiarity.
This however, the drama, is very on brand for the family.
Rising as Remi saunters away with a fiercely intent waddle of discovery, Kaisel shakes the collar in his hand to make the tags jungle as he walks after, gaze scanning the brush from his higher cantage point. Some dogs don't like to be nakey, and he wonders if the sound of dog's clothing might help inspire it's approach, or at least earn an excited bark of familiarity.
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
