Got a spark in your heart so strike it
He tries to imagine a gender bent universe where he is the sexy queen bringing home his (her?) latest main squeeze for his father to meet. Or would it be his mother? Aside from perplexing rules of AUs, he isn't sure he can imagine his folks putting on quite the same show, so maybe it is a them thing. Then again, unless they went the freaky friday route and Kaisel also adds a history of questionable relationships to his past, ones that involved his parents anyway, they certainly might be tempted to be more overprotective. "Eh well, it's alright I think. Ronin agreed to kiss me goodnight," he says casually, shrugging. There's some mischief in his eyes though when they slide sidelong to her, and no, he won't be explaining that further. He'll never make good on it anyway, not after Flora's breakfast confessional...not that he needed that to stop him, to be clear.
He nods though, a touch more serious. "Hopefully we can protect her together, then, when she needs it. She's plenty badass all on her own, so I don't expect that to be often." He doesn't need to add that she'd been murdered and infected, some of it twice and some nearly twice. He thinks if that should happen again, all of them together might be able to do something about keeping her more whole. For now, he's content to deal with the drama of what she means to wear each day, which apparently, you look good in anything, isn't correct answer enough when there's three options to pick between. She does, though.
"I think we're all figuring it out, all the time. Even, Remi and Ronin." He throws the towel in, literally only, not figuratively, and the water splashes up. "Welp, I'd say we did a number on her. Wanna head back and grab some lunch? Maaaaybe you could even give me a lesson or two on the way, I could be helpfuuuuuul>' He grins, helping collect the supplies before getting ready to depart with her.
[FIN]
He nods though, a touch more serious. "Hopefully we can protect her together, then, when she needs it. She's plenty badass all on her own, so I don't expect that to be often." He doesn't need to add that she'd been murdered and infected, some of it twice and some nearly twice. He thinks if that should happen again, all of them together might be able to do something about keeping her more whole. For now, he's content to deal with the drama of what she means to wear each day, which apparently, you look good in anything, isn't correct answer enough when there's three options to pick between. She does, though.
"I think we're all figuring it out, all the time. Even, Remi and Ronin." He throws the towel in, literally only, not figuratively, and the water splashes up. "Welp, I'd say we did a number on her. Wanna head back and grab some lunch? Maaaaybe you could even give me a lesson or two on the way, I could be helpfuuuuuul>' He grins, helping collect the supplies before getting ready to depart with her.
[FIN]
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
