I'm like a titan that's risin'
Charlie's playfulness doesn't coax his attention from the glass and spirits he's mixing. Idle talk of cakes and singing would have normally earned an easy response, perhaps a demonstration, but he's still reeling from the possibility that there's going to be surprise group sex as a gift for Dantalion, the man who fucks around every Tuesday, evidently. Kaisel's gaze lifts briefly, flicking towards the Maverick, assessing for a moment as if he could find some truth by look alone that Charlie is just tossing out her usual wild ideas like words are nothing more than sparklers to be lit up and waved around.
Thalassa will definitely need to be making her own drink, he only ever meant to start the process, and has only lingered to remake his own, intending to get more drunk than this if there'd be dicks waving about. Sipping his new concoction, which is shit, but effective, he makes a face as he swallows it down. Sliding his attention to Thalassa as her threat begins to unfold, about to scoff back that happy birthday is perhaps the easiest thing to sing, he is also swept into the tide of sudden arousal. It's a familiar flare, especially when he can tell it ripples through all of them, and before Astaroth can provide his answer Kaisel's head is already whipping around towards where Sunjata and Flora were. She's there, the Doubletake, utterly nude and dripping with enough desire that it practically wafts like cartoon pie towards him.
It's an odd mixture of want and horror that rolls through him then. Though he knows that's Frey, especially as they depart, the afterimage of Flora nude and senusal at this party is one he can't fully shake, least of all on the heels of Charlie's tittering. "Yeah—surprise~" he huffs out with the saddest jazz hands imaginable, turning back to the bar to trade his glass for a bottle as Danta and Asta descend upon one another. The bottle's bottom drags across the table, neck gripped tight in the curl of his fingers, as he withdraws quietly from the room and wanders well away from the party into some dark and empty part of the house where he hopes the sounds of the orgy can't reach him. If he means not to ruin this night, which is still his goal, he'll need to remove himself from these festivities. He hopes whatever he grabbed is strong enough to numb the cold slither of surprise and hurt that settles in his chest, disbelieving that Flora would do this but unable to deny what's so plain.
Kai has fucked off to a very distant part of the house
Thalassa will definitely need to be making her own drink, he only ever meant to start the process, and has only lingered to remake his own, intending to get more drunk than this if there'd be dicks waving about. Sipping his new concoction, which is shit, but effective, he makes a face as he swallows it down. Sliding his attention to Thalassa as her threat begins to unfold, about to scoff back that happy birthday is perhaps the easiest thing to sing, he is also swept into the tide of sudden arousal. It's a familiar flare, especially when he can tell it ripples through all of them, and before Astaroth can provide his answer Kaisel's head is already whipping around towards where Sunjata and Flora were. She's there, the Doubletake, utterly nude and dripping with enough desire that it practically wafts like cartoon pie towards him.
It's an odd mixture of want and horror that rolls through him then. Though he knows that's Frey, especially as they depart, the afterimage of Flora nude and senusal at this party is one he can't fully shake, least of all on the heels of Charlie's tittering. "Yeah—surprise~" he huffs out with the saddest jazz hands imaginable, turning back to the bar to trade his glass for a bottle as Danta and Asta descend upon one another. The bottle's bottom drags across the table, neck gripped tight in the curl of his fingers, as he withdraws quietly from the room and wanders well away from the party into some dark and empty part of the house where he hopes the sounds of the orgy can't reach him. If he means not to ruin this night, which is still his goal, he'll need to remove himself from these festivities. He hopes whatever he grabbed is strong enough to numb the cold slither of surprise and hurt that settles in his chest, disbelieving that Flora would do this but unable to deny what's so plain.
Kai has fucked off to a very distant part of the house
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
