No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
Kaisel might not be the brightest when comparing things that don’t shine, and being dense is a family trait, but he’s not oblivious. In fact, he’s usually less so than he lets on, preferring to run right through awkward moments or tension with enough speed and volume that his distraction drags everything along in the current he’s set. Noise and confetti do a lot more work a lot faster than bared teeth and veiled threats. So yeah, he catches the way Zavien straightens like he’s just discovered someone pissed in his Cheerios.
It doesn’t erase Kaisel’s smile, but it pulls at it, wrinkling against his eye with dissatisfaction. He thought when Flora had buried the hatchet with Zavien, that all was well and good, but seems the Risen Sun holds a grudge against the dark. ”What up Zavien,” he greets back, two fingers flipping out in a peace sign offKoa ’s shoulder.
Then the call comes, and the arena awaits, and Kaisel’s attention swivels over with the change. ”Oh shit, you’re riding too?” Kaisel says as Zavien begins to retreat, and though he’d like nothing more than to keep popping the party until Zavien yielded the stick up his ass, now doesn’t seem to be the time. ”Good luck man, that shit doesn’t look easy. Kill it out there, Stormbreak represent!”
He slides off his cousin with a gentle shove, affection forced into the motion. ”Good luck to you too cuh,” he says fond and bright. It’s then that something in the crowd catches his eye, and he sighs, the sound exceptionally dramatic. Without explanation, he kicks his boots off, hucking them under a bleacher for collection later. His dragon-pattern socks grip the dirt beneath, toes flexing under the fabric. ”Guess it’s just you and me watching them, huh?” he says to Hawthorn .
5/6 clothes
It doesn’t erase Kaisel’s smile, but it pulls at it, wrinkling against his eye with dissatisfaction. He thought when Flora had buried the hatchet with Zavien, that all was well and good, but seems the Risen Sun holds a grudge against the dark. ”What up Zavien,” he greets back, two fingers flipping out in a peace sign off
Then the call comes, and the arena awaits, and Kaisel’s attention swivels over with the change. ”Oh shit, you’re riding too?” Kaisel says as Zavien begins to retreat, and though he’d like nothing more than to keep popping the party until Zavien yielded the stick up his ass, now doesn’t seem to be the time. ”Good luck man, that shit doesn’t look easy. Kill it out there, Stormbreak represent!”
He slides off his cousin with a gentle shove, affection forced into the motion. ”Good luck to you too cuh,” he says fond and bright. It’s then that something in the crowd catches his eye, and he sighs, the sound exceptionally dramatic. Without explanation, he kicks his boots off, hucking them under a bleacher for collection later. His dragon-pattern socks grip the dirt beneath, toes flexing under the fabric. ”Guess it’s just you and me watching them, huh?” he says to Hawthorn .
5/6 clothes
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
