Kaisel
The embrace cracks through the outer layers of tension like spring bearing down on fresh ice. It doesn't quite reach all the way through, but something gives in that moment, aching into a laugh that's less humor than just the body trembling out energy. He crinkles into a bundle of delight beneath Pip, a stray hand reaching up to pat at her in greeting as he buries himself into Koa with a sigh. Kid doesn't even land like a burr, but like a memory of better times—easier, welcome times that he's terrified of losing now even if he'd been doing everything to run from them the past year.
Easing back into the reality of the moment at hand as they part, Kaisel settles into stride beside Koa, nearly the same height now, but still always a bit below his older cousin. "Yeah, I just came from there," he says with a puff of cheeks that blows out in a quiet huff of nerves. "They said uncle Kimo is set, and they're all going to the Grounds. What about you?" He glances over, too fast to catch on the details of unusual scruff or lines that ought not be there, but no less earnest. "Do you need help packing? You can put stuff in my backpack, it has no bottom. Where are you staying? You should come to the house, we have plenty of room, it won't be weird I promise." It all tumbles free in a breathless rush of uncertainty. One hand reaches out to clutch onto Koa's shoulder, a quiet bid for answers and something stabilizing as the ground threatens to fall out from under him in more ways than one.
Easing back into the reality of the moment at hand as they part, Kaisel settles into stride beside Koa, nearly the same height now, but still always a bit below his older cousin. "Yeah, I just came from there," he says with a puff of cheeks that blows out in a quiet huff of nerves. "They said uncle Kimo is set, and they're all going to the Grounds. What about you?" He glances over, too fast to catch on the details of unusual scruff or lines that ought not be there, but no less earnest. "Do you need help packing? You can put stuff in my backpack, it has no bottom. Where are you staying? You should come to the house, we have plenty of room, it won't be weird I promise." It all tumbles free in a breathless rush of uncertainty. One hand reaches out to clutch onto Koa's shoulder, a quiet bid for answers and something stabilizing as the ground threatens to fall out from under him in more ways than one.
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
