Kaisel
For all the plant life on the ship, La Verbena is missing one Flora, which is for the best given Kaisel's continued birthday quest. Not that it's on his mind just yet, but certainly packing up is a good time to reminisce a bit, and what else are frozen banana breaks for if not distracting from the very real problem at hand of evacuating?
It is hard to spy Mateo among all the foliage, but once he meerkats above the edge, voice carrying across the greenery, Kaisel's grin flashes out in answer. He grapples with the railing as he hops over, mindful not to step on a leaf and really cause Mateo a problem. "Yeah, touring all the city's greatest hits before...well, y'know." Better not to say it aloud, and he rolls a shoulder as if the entire region crashing and crumbling apart is easy to accept and not freaking him the fuck out every time he brushes past the idea.
Extending out one of the bananas to Mateo once he's aboard, Kaisel glances around at the organized chaos on deck. It's no small thing to see someone's life displaced among cardboard and pots, feeling somehow too small and immense simultaneously. "Don't tell your sister, but you're much better at this than she is," he remarks, muffled, around a bite of the frozen fruit. "Helping her move onto the Sugartide was an experience. More pillows than I thought possible." There's a fondness that finds his voice whenever speaking of her that he can't fully hide, even when it's about the impracticality of too many comforts on a small ship. "I'll help as soon as we finish these, can't let them melt!
It is hard to spy Mateo among all the foliage, but once he meerkats above the edge, voice carrying across the greenery, Kaisel's grin flashes out in answer. He grapples with the railing as he hops over, mindful not to step on a leaf and really cause Mateo a problem. "Yeah, touring all the city's greatest hits before...well, y'know." Better not to say it aloud, and he rolls a shoulder as if the entire region crashing and crumbling apart is easy to accept and not freaking him the fuck out every time he brushes past the idea.
Extending out one of the bananas to Mateo once he's aboard, Kaisel glances around at the organized chaos on deck. It's no small thing to see someone's life displaced among cardboard and pots, feeling somehow too small and immense simultaneously. "Don't tell your sister, but you're much better at this than she is," he remarks, muffled, around a bite of the frozen fruit. "Helping her move onto the Sugartide was an experience. More pillows than I thought possible." There's a fondness that finds his voice whenever speaking of her that he can't fully hide, even when it's about the impracticality of too many comforts on a small ship. "I'll help as soon as we finish these, can't let them melt!
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
