I'm like a titan that's risin'
He absolutely lets himself get trapped in the view of Flora and the lazy embrace she provides, heat rising in a lurch as if her dress isn’t fabric but honest fire. ”Mm,” is his only amount of consideration her can rouse for her wardrobe addition, rather distracted from its origin the moment his fingers splay against the delicate containment of her hip beneath the red whisper of a promise. It seems that’s all it really is, a suggestion of a dress, now that he feels the mild strain of it beneath the seat of his palm. ”Yes, that’d be devastating,” he agrees with his own low tilt, head tipping down, gaze still tracing the pattern of fabric with approval. ”Let’s hope it holds up until the night’s over.” The steady pinch of it between two fingers, testing the limit of its give before he releases it entirely, is all the answer she should need as to how he intends to help her out of it post party.
Her breath lingers like the perfect perfume as she turns away, his attention slower to leave the moment, though he too pivots to offer greeting as the birthday boy Dantalion arrives with a rather apt guide dog in Astaroth. ”Happy birthday D-Dog!” he cheers brightly on the heels of Flora’s much more proper embrace. Kaisel does not intend to lean in for a kiss, but he does reach out to grab Danta into a bear hug, lifting him onto his toes and clapping his back loudly before pulling back. ”And, A-train,” he offers to Astaroth with a smile, extending a fist bump out to the dapper butcher.
Stepping back just in time to dodge Charlie, Kaisel does release a full bout of laughter at the sight of her overwhelming the two men in a fashion only she could manage. His arm slides naturally around Flora as she finds his side like they’re a magnet set of salt and pepper shakers on the kitchen table, the novelty kind that end up being more cherished than first imagined when selected, pulling the whole table together. His head turns towards her, fingers curling around hers, the grip pulsing steady agreement. ”I’d expect nothing less from something you put on,” he admits, smiling into the side of her forehead, a doting kiss offered there before he pulls back with Sunjata ’s approach.
With the quick glance the Flood offers and the fold of his words, Kaisel finds an excuse to make Flora available without any fanfare to it. ”I’m going to help the birthday boy to a drink,” he suggests, fingers the last thing to fall away from her as his arm stretches out before fully breaking.
”Charlie!” he shouts across the hall, having lost sight of the leather bomb but certain she’ll pop up any moment. ”Think you could deliver drinks if I play bartender?” he wonders, slipping up to the table of palettable poison. Lining up several glasses, flipping one and sliding it around Spice like he’s attempting to score a goal, he sets it down on the end with a flick. ”Alright best girl,” he asserts to the dragon, ”you know what to do.” Which is to say, frost the glasses. He grabs the Torchline rum, pouring it generously into each glass, then adds cherry liqueur, curacao, lime zest, and a splash of something unlabeled that really brings out the red color of the redrum drink in full.
Her breath lingers like the perfect perfume as she turns away, his attention slower to leave the moment, though he too pivots to offer greeting as the birthday boy Dantalion arrives with a rather apt guide dog in Astaroth. ”Happy birthday D-Dog!” he cheers brightly on the heels of Flora’s much more proper embrace. Kaisel does not intend to lean in for a kiss, but he does reach out to grab Danta into a bear hug, lifting him onto his toes and clapping his back loudly before pulling back. ”And, A-train,” he offers to Astaroth with a smile, extending a fist bump out to the dapper butcher.
Stepping back just in time to dodge Charlie, Kaisel does release a full bout of laughter at the sight of her overwhelming the two men in a fashion only she could manage. His arm slides naturally around Flora as she finds his side like they’re a magnet set of salt and pepper shakers on the kitchen table, the novelty kind that end up being more cherished than first imagined when selected, pulling the whole table together. His head turns towards her, fingers curling around hers, the grip pulsing steady agreement. ”I’d expect nothing less from something you put on,” he admits, smiling into the side of her forehead, a doting kiss offered there before he pulls back with Sunjata ’s approach.
With the quick glance the Flood offers and the fold of his words, Kaisel finds an excuse to make Flora available without any fanfare to it. ”I’m going to help the birthday boy to a drink,” he suggests, fingers the last thing to fall away from her as his arm stretches out before fully breaking.
”Charlie!” he shouts across the hall, having lost sight of the leather bomb but certain she’ll pop up any moment. ”Think you could deliver drinks if I play bartender?” he wonders, slipping up to the table of palettable poison. Lining up several glasses, flipping one and sliding it around Spice like he’s attempting to score a goal, he sets it down on the end with a flick. ”Alright best girl,” he asserts to the dragon, ”you know what to do.” Which is to say, frost the glasses. He grabs the Torchline rum, pouring it generously into each glass, then adds cherry liqueur, curacao, lime zest, and a splash of something unlabeled that really brings out the red color of the redrum drink in full.
Kaisel
Show you the harder the battle, the harder I fight
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
