Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
Busying himself looking at anything other than Astaroth and the transfer of memories this time, much as there's a curious itch to know if there's yet another dick-shaped threat. He'd rather not scrape out truths not meant for him, because this is not supposed to be about him. It's for her, and he's merely the courier in the process, although he's starting to wonder if hiring an actual courier and shipping it around to everyone might be better. Certainly faster, given the list he's started to compile of who all he needs to see. Flora, ever the social butterfly, has a habit of fluttering into everyone's lives and leaving them better than before. He can't run the risk of something this valuable being trusted to a mailman though, and he'd rather like to get to know the people that matter to her.
His hand is just trailing curiously over a bone-carving on the desk, humming to himself to help buffer away the audio, when his hand catches on a thread he didn't see. When he turns, checking in on Astaroth's process, the windchime clatterrs to the ground in a great show of sound and chaos. "Oh—shit—sorry!" He hastens to a crouch, grabbing up the unfinished piece and setting it back on the desk with a smile very akin to a dog that's nervous it's about to be reprimanded. "Done?" he wonders, grabbing for the backpack that'd fallen off his shoulder with the quick movement. He opens the top for Astaroth to place the orb inside. "It's a secret, so don't tell her..." which should be obvious, but he's not leaving anything to chance. "Speaking of secrets, do you have a plan for your proposal?" He glances over surreptitiously to Astaroth, voice kept low. "I've also got a ring getting made for Flora, and I don't wanna ruin your moment."
His hand is just trailing curiously over a bone-carving on the desk, humming to himself to help buffer away the audio, when his hand catches on a thread he didn't see. When he turns, checking in on Astaroth's process, the windchime clatterrs to the ground in a great show of sound and chaos. "Oh—shit—sorry!" He hastens to a crouch, grabbing up the unfinished piece and setting it back on the desk with a smile very akin to a dog that's nervous it's about to be reprimanded. "Done?" he wonders, grabbing for the backpack that'd fallen off his shoulder with the quick movement. He opens the top for Astaroth to place the orb inside. "It's a secret, so don't tell her..." which should be obvious, but he's not leaving anything to chance. "Speaking of secrets, do you have a plan for your proposal?" He glances over surreptitiously to Astaroth, voice kept low. "I've also got a ring getting made for Flora, and I don't wanna ruin your moment."
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
