Time to deck some halls
Blissfully unaware of the image he's helped sprout, at least at first, Kaisel just happily nods along in agreement with the newfound relaxation that Tension Tom has found. Nailing it as a crisis navigator, it'd seem. Hell, if this is all it takes to settle a grown man, a kid should be a breeze, whenever, if ever, that's going to happen.
It's not until Flora's movements still, like clock hands winding down until time hesitates and finally stops, does the realization fully land. Typically he can catch the innuendos, but this had been his own, born out of innocence and then twisted back around on him with all the same shock and betrayal of mistakenly opening the camera app on front facing view. That kind of place and [/i]happy ending[/i] shift from a five-star spa and a bad day with a silver lining to a teenage boy's fantasy.
His grip tightens on the man's shoulder as they walk to the steam room, features falling from his easy smile to the grim line of an executioner marching with his ward. He might have let it slide there, left some parting remark about manners or the spa's reputation, since he'd been the one to blunder the issue after all. He might've, if not for that sick giggle after wet heat that makes Kaisel's spine curl with enough disgust his toes pinch inside his boots.
In swift reprimand, the hefty candy cane in his hand sweeps out and taps the man's groin. It doesn't take much to drop a man from a ball-tap, although this one is a bit more punishing than the tried and true rite of passage when younger boys attempt it on their friends and equally do their best to dodge it. There's nothing friendly about this peppermint kiss, and Kaisel's grip on his shoulder helps him find his seat that much faster as he shoves down with force. He doesn't release his grip yet, instead propping up a foot on the bench next to Tom and leaning in a touch. He chuckles low at the fun joke, the sound dragged out long and into a sigh while his red and white striped baton taps the edge of the seating with warning.
"I think, if you want to leave here for your nap and your wedding, that you'd better go and book your kind and considerate wife a monthly visit at this reputable establishment, on your dime. Also," he drags in a patient breath, fingers finally uncurling from the muddy shoulder to clearly point towards Flora. "You owe the lady a hell of an apology for thinking she'd ever touch your slimy dick. If it doesn't feel sincere, I've half a mind to let the mud try and reshape itself inside of you this time around." He might have put the seed down, however accidental, but Tom cultivated it like he's a well practiced green-thumb, and Kaisel isn't about to let that kind of gardening flourish.
It's not until Flora's movements still, like clock hands winding down until time hesitates and finally stops, does the realization fully land. Typically he can catch the innuendos, but this had been his own, born out of innocence and then twisted back around on him with all the same shock and betrayal of mistakenly opening the camera app on front facing view. That kind of place and [/i]happy ending[/i] shift from a five-star spa and a bad day with a silver lining to a teenage boy's fantasy.
His grip tightens on the man's shoulder as they walk to the steam room, features falling from his easy smile to the grim line of an executioner marching with his ward. He might have let it slide there, left some parting remark about manners or the spa's reputation, since he'd been the one to blunder the issue after all. He might've, if not for that sick giggle after wet heat that makes Kaisel's spine curl with enough disgust his toes pinch inside his boots.
In swift reprimand, the hefty candy cane in his hand sweeps out and taps the man's groin. It doesn't take much to drop a man from a ball-tap, although this one is a bit more punishing than the tried and true rite of passage when younger boys attempt it on their friends and equally do their best to dodge it. There's nothing friendly about this peppermint kiss, and Kaisel's grip on his shoulder helps him find his seat that much faster as he shoves down with force. He doesn't release his grip yet, instead propping up a foot on the bench next to Tom and leaning in a touch. He chuckles low at the fun joke, the sound dragged out long and into a sigh while his red and white striped baton taps the edge of the seating with warning.
"I think, if you want to leave here for your nap and your wedding, that you'd better go and book your kind and considerate wife a monthly visit at this reputable establishment, on your dime. Also," he drags in a patient breath, fingers finally uncurling from the muddy shoulder to clearly point towards Flora. "You owe the lady a hell of an apology for thinking she'd ever touch your slimy dick. If it doesn't feel sincere, I've half a mind to let the mud try and reshape itself inside of you this time around." He might have put the seed down, however accidental, but Tom cultivated it like he's a well practiced green-thumb, and Kaisel isn't about to let that kind of gardening flourish.
Kaisel
Ho ho ho Bitches
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
