If I asked would you come and fight with me?
"Errr," is about all he manages in immediate response, because when framed like that, it sure seems so. Even if it hadn't been the path his thoughts had gone to, wanting nothing more than Danta to just not want to fuck Flora, the calculations add up to that answer. It furrows his features into a new line of concentration even as Danta goes down, and admittedly he does not know the couple nearly well enough to accurately argue against that point. Maybe Danta doesn't, for all Kaisel knows.
"Well—isn't he enough for you?" Kaisel shouts, the end of the question trailing high into a yelp as fire reaches up suddenly, forcing the soldier to dance back. The leg he withdraws from the kick is an angry shade of red, skin screaming at the sudden heat. He grits his teeth together, breath tight against the pain that throbs in tempo with his pulse, which is annoyingly fast after all the activity.
Standing taller as the arena snuffs out, Kaisel regards the Maverick with a wariness he can't completely shake, but has lost some of its edge through the brawl. He licks at his lips, the awkwardness little improved even if the initial anger is, though something more has soured clearly. Snorting at the 'education' he provided, Kaisel huffs out, "I have healing water." This is still one of Flora's friends after all, and much as this knowledge affects his ease with that relationship, at least Danta offered some understanding that he'd wield his dick at most anyone, not just Flora, which is...better???
Backing up to his bag, he slides the bloody weapon into it and pulls out the water, shaking it in offering to Danta. "You should consider a manicure soon, by the way," he adds, thoughts drifting to the secret Flora told him, wondering if perhaps that might resolve this problem entirely.
"Well—isn't he enough for you?" Kaisel shouts, the end of the question trailing high into a yelp as fire reaches up suddenly, forcing the soldier to dance back. The leg he withdraws from the kick is an angry shade of red, skin screaming at the sudden heat. He grits his teeth together, breath tight against the pain that throbs in tempo with his pulse, which is annoyingly fast after all the activity.
Standing taller as the arena snuffs out, Kaisel regards the Maverick with a wariness he can't completely shake, but has lost some of its edge through the brawl. He licks at his lips, the awkwardness little improved even if the initial anger is, though something more has soured clearly. Snorting at the 'education' he provided, Kaisel huffs out, "I have healing water." This is still one of Flora's friends after all, and much as this knowledge affects his ease with that relationship, at least Danta offered some understanding that he'd wield his dick at most anyone, not just Flora, which is...better???
Backing up to his bag, he slides the bloody weapon into it and pulls out the water, shaking it in offering to Danta. "You should consider a manicure soon, by the way," he adds, thoughts drifting to the secret Flora told him, wondering if perhaps that might resolve this problem entirely.
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
