Slow dancing in the living room, time stops when I'm kissing you
As anyone who has squandered far too much money on chasing a cheaply stuffed prize in a crane game or fair stand knows, it’s not the prize that actually matters, but the against-all-odds earning of it. Kaisel does not want the massive Tumsea plush; he wants to win it, then give it to Flora like some stitched symbol of proof of his devotion for her. It’s a tale as old as time, really.
Fortunately, she does not upset the integrity of properly winning a rigged fair game, and instead offers every bit of charm she possesses as if she’s prepared for this exact moment her entire life. His strict concentration fractures into a wild grin at the sight of her excessive display of passing breath over the ring. Every part of her curling into mischief and suggestion is an image that never fails to flood him with him utter delight. He meets the lock of her gaze, ‘brows climbing higher and higher until he practically feels his hair lifting to stand on end. ”T-thanks,” he unexpectedly stammers around the lingering image of her seduction of luck.
With that backing him now, and the addition of Spice’s encouragement, it should come as no surprise that when he looses the ring, the last and final ring he needs to make to win, it succeeds. Hard to say if it’s the way the sight of her leaning in distyracted him enough from the fault of being overly focused about something, or if she really did exchange favor over the ring, but Kaisel leaps up with a cheer of triumph. While the carnie rolls his eyes and shuffles around to get the massive reward down, Kaisel runs over and claims Flora in a hug that lifts her up and swings her around.
”YOU FUCKING DID IT!!!” he praises with the runaway enthusiasm of someone who has been nearly tipping over the edge for a game too many now.
Fortunately, she does not upset the integrity of properly winning a rigged fair game, and instead offers every bit of charm she possesses as if she’s prepared for this exact moment her entire life. His strict concentration fractures into a wild grin at the sight of her excessive display of passing breath over the ring. Every part of her curling into mischief and suggestion is an image that never fails to flood him with him utter delight. He meets the lock of her gaze, ‘brows climbing higher and higher until he practically feels his hair lifting to stand on end. ”T-thanks,” he unexpectedly stammers around the lingering image of her seduction of luck.
With that backing him now, and the addition of Spice’s encouragement, it should come as no surprise that when he looses the ring, the last and final ring he needs to make to win, it succeeds. Hard to say if it’s the way the sight of her leaning in distyracted him enough from the fault of being overly focused about something, or if she really did exchange favor over the ring, but Kaisel leaps up with a cheer of triumph. While the carnie rolls his eyes and shuffles around to get the massive reward down, Kaisel runs over and claims Flora in a hug that lifts her up and swings her around.
”YOU FUCKING DID IT!!!” he praises with the runaway enthusiasm of someone who has been nearly tipping over the edge for a game too many now.
Kaisel
I found love in the palm of your hands
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
