If I asked would you come and fight with me?
Clopping to a stop before Danta with a hint of commanded habit, Kaisel's arms loop through his backpack straps and tug it forward. The pack jostles behind him as it rises higher, releasing trapped heat between his shoulders, the relief brief as more immediately regathers. His thumbs remain hooked in the straps, arms hanging there in a vision of boyhood. His features rise, the crest before a laugh breaks free, easy and winding at the Maverick's questions. "You're funny Danta," he fires back without answer, one arm loosing, his pointer finger extending to shake out at the ancient for added effect. "And impeccably dressed, as always."
Stepping in beside the man, his loose arm goes to settle at Danta's shoulders, head tipping in after a brief glance around. No familiar flash of blonde to make him do a doubletake, so they should be in the clear. "Two things," he says with his other hand lifting up two fingers, so that they don't lose count. "First, will you help me with Flora's birthday gift?" His head lifts up again, porpoising above the crowd for a moment, even leaning onto his tip toes. Only when the coast is decidedly clear does he reach into the hefty sag at his pants, withdrawing a glass orb. It catches the blaze of the sun with a bright reflection, angling a small spotlight along the street. In his best impersonation of Jareth, Kaisel holds it up between their faces, fingers clutching it tight. "It's a secret," he whispers loudly.
Stepping in beside the man, his loose arm goes to settle at Danta's shoulders, head tipping in after a brief glance around. No familiar flash of blonde to make him do a doubletake, so they should be in the clear. "Two things," he says with his other hand lifting up two fingers, so that they don't lose count. "First, will you help me with Flora's birthday gift?" His head lifts up again, porpoising above the crowd for a moment, even leaning onto his tip toes. Only when the coast is decidedly clear does he reach into the hefty sag at his pants, withdrawing a glass orb. It catches the blaze of the sun with a bright reflection, angling a small spotlight along the street. In his best impersonation of Jareth, Kaisel holds it up between their faces, fingers clutching it tight. "It's a secret," he whispers loudly.
Kaisel
It's not just our moment, it's our destiny
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
