the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
He can honestly say he's never once considered opening a gift as carefully as Astaroth is. In his hands, paper becomes shredded instantly, near rabid to get to the gift that's buried inside. It's like an unnecessary husk around an otherwise tasty food, like the exterior of an avocado, or the skin of a potato, the crust of bread, and so on. That Astaroth is cherishing this part, is baffling, and definitely distracting when he keeps doing it in small stages. Kaisel is not about to tell scary shadow man how to open a gift though, so he just glimpses over at the process every so often with a hefty amount of judgment.
He supposes it should be an endearing sign that the wrapping paper is worth the saving, and it is cute. Astaroth has finally freed the box now though, so we're finally getting somewhere. "Do you perform puppet show often?" he wonders with as much casual curiosity as he can scrounge up, fingers leaving his shot glass be. He's privately hoping for a very specific answer. No, it'd be no.
It is an odd way to phrase a yes, and it makes Kaisel's eyes lift from the unwrapping experience which feels like an ASMR stream he doesn't realize he's a part of, just so he can accurately read the man's expression with the roundabout agreement. "I'll take that as a yes then," and though it's a statement, he almost finds himself asking it. Though soon enough he's simpering instead at the quick little jab Astaroth delivers, because he'd nearly suggested they try something other than hot tubs this time when he made the offer, so they're already of one mind it'd seem. "Oh good, and this time you've got enough notice to pack swim wear." His smile reaches into his cheeks, as hospitable as ever.
"Glad the gift is to your liking," he says with a tilt of his chin onto his hand once everything has been unboxed and fully appraised.
He supposes it should be an endearing sign that the wrapping paper is worth the saving, and it is cute. Astaroth has finally freed the box now though, so we're finally getting somewhere. "Do you perform puppet show often?" he wonders with as much casual curiosity as he can scrounge up, fingers leaving his shot glass be. He's privately hoping for a very specific answer. No, it'd be no.
It is an odd way to phrase a yes, and it makes Kaisel's eyes lift from the unwrapping experience which feels like an ASMR stream he doesn't realize he's a part of, just so he can accurately read the man's expression with the roundabout agreement. "I'll take that as a yes then," and though it's a statement, he almost finds himself asking it. Though soon enough he's simpering instead at the quick little jab Astaroth delivers, because he'd nearly suggested they try something other than hot tubs this time when he made the offer, so they're already of one mind it'd seem. "Oh good, and this time you've got enough notice to pack swim wear." His smile reaches into his cheeks, as hospitable as ever.
"Glad the gift is to your liking," he says with a tilt of his chin onto his hand once everything has been unboxed and fully appraised.
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
