Time to deck some halls
He's not embarrassed one bit by the novelty-sized candy cane he's picked up on their trip here. It really puts the cane in the candy, what with it being a literal child-sized staff, and it's the absurdity of it that makes it worthwhile. He's ridiculously pleased with it, humming faintly and holding it like a newborn in his arms. "Wanna take bets on how long it takes me to polish this off?" he asks her with the beam of a smile that hasn't fully faded yet. "Although, I dunno if it's gonna make it home, might end up clobbering Declan with it on our patrol if he keeps talking about his coin collection." His eye roll nearly fractures a tooth with the exaggerated force of it.
Dressed for soldier, looking perhaps a bit like a toy one with his massive candy cane, he's on very high-status escort duty at the moment. Which is to say, he's walking Flora to spa appointment in town before starting his work shift, leaving her for a facial appointment that he has definitely had to make a dirty joke about, why do you need to pay for that, I can give them to you for free! He's not going to stand between a woman and her beauty regimen though, and he's definitely not going to deter Flora from any level of pampering, although his offer to resume her treatment at home still stands.
Now, he's no expert, despite what the 4.8 star rating for Spa de Wildering might suggest (always room to grow, 5.0 stars is all bots), but he's pretty sure that spas usually go for the soothing vibe over the blood-curdling screaming vibe. "Uhhhhh?" he says in an excellent summation of the surprise that jostles him as they slow before the grand entrance of Resting Beach Face. "Is that one of the packages they offer?" he's wondering just as a nude patron rushes out the front door, smeared in familiar looking clay, which definitely does not seem normal no matter what their marketing titles are for the screaming exfoliation.
Dressed for soldier, looking perhaps a bit like a toy one with his massive candy cane, he's on very high-status escort duty at the moment. Which is to say, he's walking Flora to spa appointment in town before starting his work shift, leaving her for a facial appointment that he has definitely had to make a dirty joke about, why do you need to pay for that, I can give them to you for free! He's not going to stand between a woman and her beauty regimen though, and he's definitely not going to deter Flora from any level of pampering, although his offer to resume her treatment at home still stands.
Now, he's no expert, despite what the 4.8 star rating for Spa de Wildering might suggest (always room to grow, 5.0 stars is all bots), but he's pretty sure that spas usually go for the soothing vibe over the blood-curdling screaming vibe. "Uhhhhh?" he says in an excellent summation of the surprise that jostles him as they slow before the grand entrance of Resting Beach Face. "Is that one of the packages they offer?" he's wondering just as a nude patron rushes out the front door, smeared in familiar looking clay, which definitely does not seem normal no matter what their marketing titles are for the screaming exfoliation.
Kaisel
Ho ho ho Bitches
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
