Kaisel
He’s prepared for this response and has even worked up a (flimsy) defense to convince Koa otherwise. Not quite a powerpoint presentation level, but he’s happy to draw pictures if it’d help. There’s something to the ‘laugh’ that comes between them that makes him think better of it. ”Oh. Right,” he says with a delayed chuckle, feigning a sheepish realization that duty always comes first. That’s easier to push off than the truth that the strangeness that rears up between them is something he doesn’t know his way around. It stands like a stray dog firmly planted on a route that he’d once known so well he could walk it with his eyes closed, but now, now if he gets too close he sees teeth, and that wagging tail doesn’t seem so friendly as he’d like to believe.
”This is why you’re the one we follow,” Kaisel compliments easily, falling back into the old habit of considering Koa his commander without even realizing the slip. His grasp leaves Koa’s shoulder after the pulse of touch, nocking behind his head in something nervous he tries to pass off as casual and carefree. His other hand joins it, fingers absently tugging at the blue hairtie on his wrist.
The band snaps a bit as he swings his whole body int he turn in order to follow Koa and see. ”Huh?” he murmurs, inhaling shortly thereafter and picking up on the same trail just as Koa spots the culprit. Definitely not a plantologist, Kaisel just shrugs, hands slipping into his pockets. ”Sounds right. Might as well bring it along, we’ve got the hands.” Who knows, maybe they’d find the concerned plant parent.
Scuffing a toe over the ground as he turns back the way they’d been going, his shoulders fold inward a touch. ”Well, I’m here for as long as I can be helpful, so really, if you need help, lemme know, otherwise I’ll pitch in at the skyport and catch up on the sights before…” He can’t really bring himself to say it, so he just trails off with a flick of his eyes and a one-shouldered shrug.
”This is why you’re the one we follow,” Kaisel compliments easily, falling back into the old habit of considering Koa his commander without even realizing the slip. His grasp leaves Koa’s shoulder after the pulse of touch, nocking behind his head in something nervous he tries to pass off as casual and carefree. His other hand joins it, fingers absently tugging at the blue hairtie on his wrist.
The band snaps a bit as he swings his whole body int he turn in order to follow Koa and see. ”Huh?” he murmurs, inhaling shortly thereafter and picking up on the same trail just as Koa spots the culprit. Definitely not a plantologist, Kaisel just shrugs, hands slipping into his pockets. ”Sounds right. Might as well bring it along, we’ve got the hands.” Who knows, maybe they’d find the concerned plant parent.
Scuffing a toe over the ground as he turns back the way they’d been going, his shoulders fold inward a touch. ”Well, I’m here for as long as I can be helpful, so really, if you need help, lemme know, otherwise I’ll pitch in at the skyport and catch up on the sights before…” He can’t really bring himself to say it, so he just trails off with a flick of his eyes and a one-shouldered shrug.
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
