Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
Given all of Niki's time at Wildering house for those two seasons, Kaisel has reluctantly determined, through prior tests and some exposure, that Niki is safely human and Flora is not to be trusted about ghostly matters. Although, for this, he would have met with a ghoul if needed. Luckily, it's not, although the Ancients had proved plenty scary enough for his fill.
Hearing the telltale stride of the man in question, Kaisel drops his menu back on the table and looks up. "Hey!" comes the chipper greeting before he slouches his head into one of his hands. "How come it's only ever a good morning, or a good day?" he queries with a bright, harmless smile. "Few things are made great," he continues on, his other hand tapping the table top for emphasis. "I think, today is a great morning, don't you agree?" Longheat sun is shining, the brothel is brotheling, and he feels light as a cloud in the sky.
Given the season, he's largely only sporting tank tops, basketball shorts, and flip flops. His denim and leather from yesterday has been retired, back to beach bum status, though his shirt bears no resemblance to any leader or demi god today, just a bull's face and some commentary on taking life by the horns. "I'd hope so," he chuckles faintly in response to Niki's comment, glance flicking around the bar as if to be sure where they're at. "Although, sometimes Wildering House resembles this place," he smirks. "I lived here once, for a season or so," he offers instead. "Not here here, but King's End."
Hearing the telltale stride of the man in question, Kaisel drops his menu back on the table and looks up. "Hey!" comes the chipper greeting before he slouches his head into one of his hands. "How come it's only ever a good morning, or a good day?" he queries with a bright, harmless smile. "Few things are made great," he continues on, his other hand tapping the table top for emphasis. "I think, today is a great morning, don't you agree?" Longheat sun is shining, the brothel is brotheling, and he feels light as a cloud in the sky.
Given the season, he's largely only sporting tank tops, basketball shorts, and flip flops. His denim and leather from yesterday has been retired, back to beach bum status, though his shirt bears no resemblance to any leader or demi god today, just a bull's face and some commentary on taking life by the horns. "I'd hope so," he chuckles faintly in response to Niki's comment, glance flicking around the bar as if to be sure where they're at. "Although, sometimes Wildering House resembles this place," he smirks. "I lived here once, for a season or so," he offers instead. "Not here here, but King's End."
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
