The icing on your cake, the cherry on the top
"Maybe!" There isn't, but he can't let her know that, however obvious it is. Gotta keep a little bit of mystery, keep her guessing. "Becaaaaause, it'd be too easy if it's one of your dads. The deal is to trade. Although maybe we should just have a good ol' dragon race?" You know, the usual. Maybe with some competitive fire her fathers would put a little more giddy in the up.
The surprise goes further yet when she reveals it's not Mateo to blame, the rather obvious culprit in Kaisel's eyes, but her parents. Admittedly, he didn't consider the sex demi-god portion of her parentage, in part because he still hasn't met her mother, but Sunjata should have been a clear guess, though Kaisel's mind leapfrogs immediately from Mateo to Ronin and Remi with an aghast understanding of why she doesn't want Ronin in their bedroom at night now. "Oh," comes the better realization after she offers up the explanation of Frey and all that. "Uh, damn, that must be hella awkward," he admits, not that it seems she needs the reminder.
A small laugh escapes him at the absurdity of it, even as sorry as he feels. "Can you imagine if you had like a cousin-uncle?" He makes a face like he's chewed on a lemon, leaning in to grab her and tip her back into his chest, squirming in the booth to face her more and thumping the table along the way, silverware rattling with the sudden force. "Well, you can put that fear to bed, then," he reassures, hand pulling her hair around in a sweeping motion so her neck is bare for a kiss or two. "Because it's just you baby girl."
This would, of course, be when the waitress returns with their check. Her sharp ahem cuts across his back towards them as the paper is set down on the table beneath the slap of her palm.
The surprise goes further yet when she reveals it's not Mateo to blame, the rather obvious culprit in Kaisel's eyes, but her parents. Admittedly, he didn't consider the sex demi-god portion of her parentage, in part because he still hasn't met her mother, but Sunjata should have been a clear guess, though Kaisel's mind leapfrogs immediately from Mateo to Ronin and Remi with an aghast understanding of why she doesn't want Ronin in their bedroom at night now. "Oh," comes the better realization after she offers up the explanation of Frey and all that. "Uh, damn, that must be hella awkward," he admits, not that it seems she needs the reminder.
A small laugh escapes him at the absurdity of it, even as sorry as he feels. "Can you imagine if you had like a cousin-uncle?" He makes a face like he's chewed on a lemon, leaning in to grab her and tip her back into his chest, squirming in the booth to face her more and thumping the table along the way, silverware rattling with the sudden force. "Well, you can put that fear to bed, then," he reassures, hand pulling her hair around in a sweeping motion so her neck is bare for a kiss or two. "Because it's just you baby girl."
This would, of course, be when the waitress returns with their check. Her sharp ahem cuts across his back towards them as the paper is set down on the table beneath the slap of her palm.
Kaisel
The perfect mix of Saturday night and the rest of your life
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
