No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
Shifting his chaps up with a frown, freshly purchased from the vendor, he does a small twirl, craning to look past his shoulder and behind him. "Are you really sure there's not supposed to be an ass on these?" he asks Flora and the shop keep alike, skepticism thick as a hand goes back to brush against the lack of substance back there. Not that he's planning to moon anyone today, since he's also tugged on some denim, much to his displeasure as he feels the hug of the levis in places he's accustomed to letting flow freely. "This doesn't seem right," he insists.
The small fringe on the sides lifts up, the dark brown leather merry even if he isn't at the time being. His pale blue button up has been tucked into his pants, embroided with all manner of colorful flowers across the chest, their centers sporting a few rhinestones. He's not convinced this isn't a ladies shirt either, and he fights a bit with the collar. "How does anyone stay on anything wearing all this," he scoffs, certain he'll barely have the room to bend down and take a seat to watch the event.
Kaisel is here to watch!
The small fringe on the sides lifts up, the dark brown leather merry even if he isn't at the time being. His pale blue button up has been tucked into his pants, embroided with all manner of colorful flowers across the chest, their centers sporting a few rhinestones. He's not convinced this isn't a ladies shirt either, and he fights a bit with the collar. "How does anyone stay on anything wearing all this," he scoffs, certain he'll barely have the room to bend down and take a seat to watch the event.
Kaisel is here to watch!
Kaisel
I'm a daredevil on the highway to hell
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
