Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
He knows he's short on time and options before Astaroth will make a move and restrict his choices even further. His kicks don't land though, and he's straining for air and a plan. Not wanting to expend more energy than he already has, Kaisel instead rolls to his side, arm bracing on the ground, head popping up and craning a wary eye towards Astaroth as he wheezes in a breath. The looming figure of the shadow-puppeteer is far closer and much more intent than he'd like, hands reaching out for the tail of Kaisel's wild sweep of a leg. He comes terribly close to getting the hold he seeks, but with a better view, however slanted, Kaisel yanks his feet in as if recoiling from Astaroth.
Shaking his head he taps the ground beside him with an open palm. "Alright, alright, I think that's enough of a sweat." He is, indeed, prespiring like a motherfucker now. The fire might have dropped lower earlier at Astaroth's command, but it's still lit, and this room is still hotter than his tastes allow.
Scrabbling back to his feet, Kaisel sighs out a recovering breath. "Certainly clear why you have the job that you do," he admits, on hand dusting off and smoothing out his fit. "Tail sure comes in handy for the close quarters," he says with a wry laugh. Brushing a hand through his hair to resettle it, he reaches for his backpack. "What do you say to catching a drink instead? I've stolen enough seconds from you and I don't know about you, but I could use a treat about now." He'll gladly lead the way out of this office, and starts to. "Appreciate the help, and the workout."
[FIN]
Shaking his head he taps the ground beside him with an open palm. "Alright, alright, I think that's enough of a sweat." He is, indeed, prespiring like a motherfucker now. The fire might have dropped lower earlier at Astaroth's command, but it's still lit, and this room is still hotter than his tastes allow.
Scrabbling back to his feet, Kaisel sighs out a recovering breath. "Certainly clear why you have the job that you do," he admits, on hand dusting off and smoothing out his fit. "Tail sure comes in handy for the close quarters," he says with a wry laugh. Brushing a hand through his hair to resettle it, he reaches for his backpack. "What do you say to catching a drink instead? I've stolen enough seconds from you and I don't know about you, but I could use a treat about now." He'll gladly lead the way out of this office, and starts to. "Appreciate the help, and the workout."
[FIN]
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
