Time to deck some halls
Trying to maintain a game face instead of cracking completely is nearly impossible when he's up against her. She's the MVP of innuendo, the all-star of coy innocence, the undefeated champ of fucking around and not always having to find out. It requires plunging his fingers into this mud bath-gone-mad and de-gloving the stranger to maintain any level of composure; the cold, wet, and gross goop is as close to ice water he can get about now. "It is big," he agrees, the it in question currently docked between his legs to free both hands for the task of mud removal. "I think the girth is what's reassuring, actually. No doubts about what it'll do."
His counter-attack is cut short as the nearly-freed patron interjects with the status of the spa, which is more irritating than it should be given Kaisel had asked, but it really disrupted the back and forth flow. Though Kaisel listens, even if it's all useless drivel and isn't anything like what he asked for. Fighting back the urge to roll his eyes, he instead props up a hand-shield, so that the movement of his lips isn't visible to tension Tom. "Hates spas???" he mouths to Flora, clearly affronted by the idea. As an employee of Spa de Wildering, it feels personal.
Clearing his throat with the same skill as he's been clearing mud from the man's body, Kaisel picks up on the bedside manner that Flora began, as if co-parenting this whiny, shell-shocked bather and he's just tapped in. "Flora is so skilled with her hands I'm positive you'll still walk away with that spa experience. And hey, I'm betting you'll have the best nap of your life after this." Flashing the dripping man a smile as he helps him peel away the residual muck from his hair. He goes to pat him on the back, but that pulls away with a Jell-O-like consistency of memory mud, which continues to wiggle on his palm, so he quickly wipes it off on Tom's arm. Grabbing for his candy cane again, careful not to whip it out too forcefully towards Tom, Kaisel steps behind him and applies the rod in short, even strokes. He uses it to scrape more of the disrupted bathwater from the places he can't reach alone, the gelatinous pile on the ground growing large and a bit unruly.
"Alright buddy, I think you should sit in the steam room, finish getting yourself cleaned up in there. The wet heat should keep the mud from sticking as well, just close the door so the rest can't get in easily." A bit cleaner now, Kaisel can put his hand fully on the man's back to help guide him towards the steam room they passed down here. He glances back at Flora. "There's gotta be more, maybe we check the mud room first?"
His counter-attack is cut short as the nearly-freed patron interjects with the status of the spa, which is more irritating than it should be given Kaisel had asked, but it really disrupted the back and forth flow. Though Kaisel listens, even if it's all useless drivel and isn't anything like what he asked for. Fighting back the urge to roll his eyes, he instead props up a hand-shield, so that the movement of his lips isn't visible to tension Tom. "Hates spas???" he mouths to Flora, clearly affronted by the idea. As an employee of Spa de Wildering, it feels personal.
Clearing his throat with the same skill as he's been clearing mud from the man's body, Kaisel picks up on the bedside manner that Flora began, as if co-parenting this whiny, shell-shocked bather and he's just tapped in. "Flora is so skilled with her hands I'm positive you'll still walk away with that spa experience. And hey, I'm betting you'll have the best nap of your life after this." Flashing the dripping man a smile as he helps him peel away the residual muck from his hair. He goes to pat him on the back, but that pulls away with a Jell-O-like consistency of memory mud, which continues to wiggle on his palm, so he quickly wipes it off on Tom's arm. Grabbing for his candy cane again, careful not to whip it out too forcefully towards Tom, Kaisel steps behind him and applies the rod in short, even strokes. He uses it to scrape more of the disrupted bathwater from the places he can't reach alone, the gelatinous pile on the ground growing large and a bit unruly.
"Alright buddy, I think you should sit in the steam room, finish getting yourself cleaned up in there. The wet heat should keep the mud from sticking as well, just close the door so the rest can't get in easily." A bit cleaner now, Kaisel can put his hand fully on the man's back to help guide him towards the steam room they passed down here. He glances back at Flora. "There's gotta be more, maybe we check the mud room first?"
Kaisel
Ho ho ho Bitches
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
