When enemies are at your door, I'll carry you way from war
Still reeling from the rollercoaster of finding a dog, falling into distress over the state of the dog, and then thinking he'd murdered the dog only to find he'd been betrayed by mud, Kaisel remains kneeling in a state of mild shock. Mud-coated hands curl over the dock, and wordlessly he stares into the depths, mourning something that never even was. "I really thought..." he says quietly, trailing off because it doesn't matter now.
Glancing over his shoulder at Thal, he huffs out a quiet breath, straightening up a touch. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind next time," he mutters, rising back to his feet slowly. He attempts to wipe some of the grime off his clothing, and that which had been given to him via mud-fido wriggles in protest as it hits the dock. "Man, you guys really got swamped here," he notes, glancing at the murky water, although he doesn't know what it normally looks like, but the state of her ship and the idle work of her crew suggests, not this. "Do you need help, with your mud problem? I got a weapon could help peel some of the mud off, or just some hands and strength to pitch in." He is sorry for bumping into her, and he's already covered in mud, so what's a little more?
"Looks like you got a mixture of memory mud holding you like glue, and general muck build up."
Glancing over his shoulder at Thal, he huffs out a quiet breath, straightening up a touch. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind next time," he mutters, rising back to his feet slowly. He attempts to wipe some of the grime off his clothing, and that which had been given to him via mud-fido wriggles in protest as it hits the dock. "Man, you guys really got swamped here," he notes, glancing at the murky water, although he doesn't know what it normally looks like, but the state of her ship and the idle work of her crew suggests, not this. "Do you need help, with your mud problem? I got a weapon could help peel some of the mud off, or just some hands and strength to pitch in." He is sorry for bumping into her, and he's already covered in mud, so what's a little more?
"Looks like you got a mixture of memory mud holding you like glue, and general muck build up."
Kaisel
If you need help, I'll shut down the city lights
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
