I'll Shout! From the rooftop singing, everybody gonna know my name
He is genuinely shocked, brows lifting and mouth falling ajar before finding words as he looks at her. "Deimos plays tag?" Admittedly he does not know the Resurrected Sword well beyond the legends, only having met with him a time or two. Kaisel imagines him as a very stoic and serious man sequestered in the cold mountains, so the idea of him running around, giggling potentially, draws a sharp smile now. "Well, good," he asserts, supposing that a game of tag is as good as anywhere to start.
"I'm sure you and Flora could find something to top that though," he suggests, then seeming to catch himself, tacks on. "Or, all three of us maybe. Now that you're at the house, maybe we do game nights or find ways to prank Mateo. He's very particular about his plants." That's a can of worms that might turn out to be vipers. Mateo might wear outfits the same colors as cotton candy, but he's by no means as soft or as sweet, especially if his things are involved. They'd just not have to get caught then, simple.
He hears her, and he's not trying to make her do anything in the end except consider his words. "I've got a plan for you!" he exclaims suddenly, turning towards her and starting to walk backwards down the Celestine. He glances back every so often to stay mostly straight and upright, but otherwise he's looking straight at herm, hands leading the discussion with enthusiasm as he beams like a lamp without shade. "Help me plan Flora's birthday party next season! I wanna invite everyone, I was thinking the house. Oh, which also reminds me."
He fishes around inside his pocket for a second, body tilting away with the effort. When he withdraws his hand, he's grasping a glass orb, which he extends out to Soh. "This is the present I'm giving her, although I need your help with it. Y'see, it can store and replay memories, so I've been asking her friends and family to hold it, and think of their happiest memory with her, or of her. That way, everyone she loves, and all of them loving her, is stored inside it." He offers it out, careful with the transfer. "I can go hang out with the glotters over there to give you space," he offers.
"I'm sure you and Flora could find something to top that though," he suggests, then seeming to catch himself, tacks on. "Or, all three of us maybe. Now that you're at the house, maybe we do game nights or find ways to prank Mateo. He's very particular about his plants." That's a can of worms that might turn out to be vipers. Mateo might wear outfits the same colors as cotton candy, but he's by no means as soft or as sweet, especially if his things are involved. They'd just not have to get caught then, simple.
He hears her, and he's not trying to make her do anything in the end except consider his words. "I've got a plan for you!" he exclaims suddenly, turning towards her and starting to walk backwards down the Celestine. He glances back every so often to stay mostly straight and upright, but otherwise he's looking straight at herm, hands leading the discussion with enthusiasm as he beams like a lamp without shade. "Help me plan Flora's birthday party next season! I wanna invite everyone, I was thinking the house. Oh, which also reminds me."
He fishes around inside his pocket for a second, body tilting away with the effort. When he withdraws his hand, he's grasping a glass orb, which he extends out to Soh. "This is the present I'm giving her, although I need your help with it. Y'see, it can store and replay memories, so I've been asking her friends and family to hold it, and think of their happiest memory with her, or of her. That way, everyone she loves, and all of them loving her, is stored inside it." He offers it out, careful with the transfer. "I can go hang out with the glotters over there to give you space," he offers.
Kaisel
So I gotta be loud! Don't turn it down, can't let outside noise drown you out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
