Kaisel
Kaisel snorts, waving away her offer quickly. "Please, you're just gonna try and get me caught in an endless game of fetch or something if you do that." Which is to say, Kaisel is definitely more of a cat/dragon sort of guy. He brings enough dog energy, and so does Charlie without shifting into something more accurate.
Glancing sidelong at her, he scoffs out a, "lazy," in response to her decision not to go exploring every unopened door. If he could dart, he'd definitely be popping into everything all the time. Not at all surprised to hear her bring up the temple again, his eyes immediately flutter into a roll. "You," he asserts with a strong thrust of his finger towards her face, risking collision with her lolipop. "Spend way too much time in that temple. That's why we came here." A truly concerned friend, his shoulders sit a little straighter, bolstered by his do-gooding. Of course, that's only half the reason, the other part being he doesn't want to have some half-naked man who booked the room (and her) walking in on them early, and, if they do summon something spooky, he doesn't want it terrorizing the temple.
Drawn by the motion of her sucker's work, it only elicits a grimace to his lips, her sultry appeal absolutely lost on him. "Gods, you eat that like a weirdo. Just bite it and be done." As turned on as a brother, given her firm placement in his friendzone, and his needs happily fulfilled by a taller blonde, her allure is purely the company of her fantastic personality, which has always been, and remains, his favorite thing about her. He's not blind by any means, but he is unmotivated to linger.
A laugh bursts free into the empty room he's just opened, the sound echoing into the emptiness as he shakes his head at her. "Easy my ass," he fires back, because everything about her has always been more difficult than not in his experience. A disobedient dragon mount at best, a wiggly art model, and handsier with her tail than an octopus. The musty odor in that rooms quickly makes him retreat, clicking the door shut as he continues on to the next. "You're friendly, but that's not the same."
Glancing sidelong at her, he scoffs out a, "lazy," in response to her decision not to go exploring every unopened door. If he could dart, he'd definitely be popping into everything all the time. Not at all surprised to hear her bring up the temple again, his eyes immediately flutter into a roll. "You," he asserts with a strong thrust of his finger towards her face, risking collision with her lolipop. "Spend way too much time in that temple. That's why we came here." A truly concerned friend, his shoulders sit a little straighter, bolstered by his do-gooding. Of course, that's only half the reason, the other part being he doesn't want to have some half-naked man who booked the room (and her) walking in on them early, and, if they do summon something spooky, he doesn't want it terrorizing the temple.
Drawn by the motion of her sucker's work, it only elicits a grimace to his lips, her sultry appeal absolutely lost on him. "Gods, you eat that like a weirdo. Just bite it and be done." As turned on as a brother, given her firm placement in his friendzone, and his needs happily fulfilled by a taller blonde, her allure is purely the company of her fantastic personality, which has always been, and remains, his favorite thing about her. He's not blind by any means, but he is unmotivated to linger.
A laugh bursts free into the empty room he's just opened, the sound echoing into the emptiness as he shakes his head at her. "Easy my ass," he fires back, because everything about her has always been more difficult than not in his experience. A disobedient dragon mount at best, a wiggly art model, and handsier with her tail than an octopus. The musty odor in that rooms quickly makes him retreat, clicking the door shut as he continues on to the next. "You're friendly, but that's not the same."
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
