Kaisel
Shaking his head at the question of his own skyship, and continuing on to explain, he snaps his fingers as Mateo's understanding fully lands. "Exactly! Spice is a better sailor than me," he half laughs, half groans. Charmingly amusing as it is, it's also pitiful. He perhaps should have spent less time fucking around with kites and gliding up here and put his time towards actual skills with the wind. Nothing a decent crash course and some practice couldn't fix at least, which leaves him with renewed hope for Mateo's future tutelage. "You're the best."
"Certainly," Kaisel hums in response to whether Flora would or wouldn't upend her home for a good cause (victory being enough). There's no denying its significance, but Kaisel rather thinks Mateo himself would be what stays her hand. No point in crashing down the same roof they'd both be under, because whatever Mateo says no to would always mean less than that. "though far less so than you, so I think even if you're the source, you're also the immunity in this case."
Fortunately Mateo looks superb in pink, so the addition of the chalk only improves his current look. Offering over the orb, Kaisel's smirk hikes up at the comparison. "Yes, but with a disappointing lack of snow. I should have had that added." Finishing off his frozen banana in a swift, if cold and slightly too-large bite, chewing as if it's static in his mouth, Kaisel reaches for a marked box as Mateo begins. He pauses though, leaning back with the weight, surprise evident. "You taught her?" He expected it would have been... "I didn't know that," he admits, and then twists the soft moment into a tease because what else expresses affection any better? "Well, perhaps I ought to consider another teacher then!" Tipping his head back with a laugh he retreats to the safety of downstairs with his box while the memory unfolds inside the glass.
Marching back up in sets of twos, Mateo seeming finished, he reaches out to reclaim the crystal ball and stuff it back inside his backpack for safekeeping. "Thanks! Now lead on, boss." Another box is already being claimed by his arms, happy to be of use and have a place to funnel the inevitable return of his anxiety over this city.
"Certainly," Kaisel hums in response to whether Flora would or wouldn't upend her home for a good cause (victory being enough). There's no denying its significance, but Kaisel rather thinks Mateo himself would be what stays her hand. No point in crashing down the same roof they'd both be under, because whatever Mateo says no to would always mean less than that. "though far less so than you, so I think even if you're the source, you're also the immunity in this case."
Fortunately Mateo looks superb in pink, so the addition of the chalk only improves his current look. Offering over the orb, Kaisel's smirk hikes up at the comparison. "Yes, but with a disappointing lack of snow. I should have had that added." Finishing off his frozen banana in a swift, if cold and slightly too-large bite, chewing as if it's static in his mouth, Kaisel reaches for a marked box as Mateo begins. He pauses though, leaning back with the weight, surprise evident. "You taught her?" He expected it would have been... "I didn't know that," he admits, and then twists the soft moment into a tease because what else expresses affection any better? "Well, perhaps I ought to consider another teacher then!" Tipping his head back with a laugh he retreats to the safety of downstairs with his box while the memory unfolds inside the glass.
Marching back up in sets of twos, Mateo seeming finished, he reaches out to reclaim the crystal ball and stuff it back inside his backpack for safekeeping. "Thanks! Now lead on, boss." Another box is already being claimed by his arms, happy to be of use and have a place to funnel the inevitable return of his anxiety over this city.
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
