Kaisel
His trip to Stormbreak would not be complete without seeing how Mateo's faring through everything. His brother fellow city-kid has just as much history in these hallways as the rest of his family, and is being thrust out of them with the same amount of carelessness as anyone else living here. That is to say, Stormbreak doesn't care. Bitch fallin' apart too much to manage anyone else's expectations.
Sighing through his nose, a near-constant since coming up here to assist his family and friends, Kaisel stands before La Verbana. Between rounds of packing boxes in different homes, he's gone for last looks of the various things he'll miss, and he's got one such thing in his hand now. "MATTY!" he calls up, hoisting the frozen, chocolate-dipped and nut-coated bananas above his head as if they are answer enough for whatever Mateo might wonder.
It's a great take-a-break-from-your-life-falling-apart treat, especially when it's the middle of Longheat and the sun decides to make your body cry as much as your eyes when it comes to packing up and moving your entire life. His orange, flame-decorated overshirt flaps open across his black undershirt in what small, merciful breeze deigns to whip by every so often. His backpack is slouched a bit off to one side, echoing the fall of his hair that has definitely seen fingers run through it more than a few times today. Much as he'd prefer the flip flops, he's fully embraced as part of Torchline's chic, expecting all the running around and moving, he's got on some bright red sneakers, laces a shiny silver that matches his basketball shorts. "Need some help?"
Sighing through his nose, a near-constant since coming up here to assist his family and friends, Kaisel stands before La Verbana. Between rounds of packing boxes in different homes, he's gone for last looks of the various things he'll miss, and he's got one such thing in his hand now. "MATTY!" he calls up, hoisting the frozen, chocolate-dipped and nut-coated bananas above his head as if they are answer enough for whatever Mateo might wonder.
It's a great take-a-break-from-your-life-falling-apart treat, especially when it's the middle of Longheat and the sun decides to make your body cry as much as your eyes when it comes to packing up and moving your entire life. His orange, flame-decorated overshirt flaps open across his black undershirt in what small, merciful breeze deigns to whip by every so often. His backpack is slouched a bit off to one side, echoing the fall of his hair that has definitely seen fingers run through it more than a few times today. Much as he'd prefer the flip flops, he's fully embraced as part of Torchline's chic, expecting all the running around and moving, he's got on some bright red sneakers, laces a shiny silver that matches his basketball shorts. "Need some help?"
You was talkin' shit in the beginning
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin'
I know it piss you off to see me winnin'
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin'
I know it piss you off to see me winnin'
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
