I'm not giving up, kicking off the rust
The image of Danta fucking in the kitchen isn't a welcome one, and Kaisel's features say as much as they scrunch together. "If I find a pube while making eggs in the morning I can't be held responsible for my actions after that. There may or may not be a kitchen fire involved." An overreaction, maybe, but plenty of people seem willing to burn their house down over a spider, and that he will happily scoop up and place outside. A pube however, that tells a story, one that includes dicks and balls being pressed into surfaces he'd like to never imagine them brushing behind clothing, much less in total freedom.
He's about to suggest to her that there could be a few more boundaries she enforces with the house key, but the squeeze of her hand in his draws the moment away into something far nicer. Instead of worrying about D-dog's ass imprints, he's got the solid and real feel of her warm presence with him, and the shimmering promise of retreating to their one safe haven here. "Yeah," he says around a sloppy grin, "that's c h e a t i n g." Which is to say, she is a complete pumpkin eater, like all the time. "I have considered getting one so we could play invisible tag though." Which kinda sounds like one of them might end up hurt, but with fountain water and her healing ring, that seems worth the possible risk.
That doesn't help them one bit now though, so very visibile, he presses in behind her, letting himself chase the tug of her fingers yet again, certain he always will. While she is on full stealth, graceful as a cat threading through lasers, he's doing his best to mimic her. Attempting to be covert is a challenge for Kaisel when sober, but presently drunk, he's pulling it off about as well as a dog with their favorite squeaker toy. He can't even look at her or his cheeks puff up instantly with laughter, so he's taken to staring directly at the floor, peripherals shot as he stumbles along after her hand.
He's about to suggest to her that there could be a few more boundaries she enforces with the house key, but the squeeze of her hand in his draws the moment away into something far nicer. Instead of worrying about D-dog's ass imprints, he's got the solid and real feel of her warm presence with him, and the shimmering promise of retreating to their one safe haven here. "Yeah," he says around a sloppy grin, "that's c h e a t i n g." Which is to say, she is a complete pumpkin eater, like all the time. "I have considered getting one so we could play invisible tag though." Which kinda sounds like one of them might end up hurt, but with fountain water and her healing ring, that seems worth the possible risk.
That doesn't help them one bit now though, so very visibile, he presses in behind her, letting himself chase the tug of her fingers yet again, certain he always will. While she is on full stealth, graceful as a cat threading through lasers, he's doing his best to mimic her. Attempting to be covert is a challenge for Kaisel when sober, but presently drunk, he's pulling it off about as well as a dog with their favorite squeaker toy. He can't even look at her or his cheeks puff up instantly with laughter, so he's taken to staring directly at the floor, peripherals shot as he stumbles along after her hand.
Kaisel
I keep acting tough but maybe I'm not good enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
