Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
Ordinarily, Kasisel does not spend much time in his own room in the house. It’s barely ever felt like his room, since despite all attempts at taking it slow, he and Flora had done anything but, and it never felt right sleeping apart from her when he didn’t need to. While there’s a bed in here, it’s never been used. He unloaded a few additional knick-knacks from his old room in Stormbreak before it fell, old awards earned in childhood, a poster or two of a hot model, various weaponry, and Ruby Rock and Steve Stone thrive on a windowsill. The closet is stocked with merch deemed too prized to be worn, and he has been hiding Flora’s gift from her in here, but otherwise it’s largely uninhabitated by both items and Kaisel.
Except for right in this moment, when he’d stolen away from Flora’s bed to sneak breakfast ice cream. He couldn’t chance her catching him in the kitchen or any ordinary room, so he’s scrunched up on the floor around the corner of the bed like an absolute gremlin.
The thing with doing something you’re not supposed to is that you’re already on high alert. Add in a very abrupt door opening and an unexpected visitor, and Kaisel’s body is taking a multitude of screenshots. He does not startle quietly, because the instinct that ransacks his body of all sense undulates every muscle on the spot, causing a jittering that flings his ice cream far and wide. This, in turn, elicits an awful wail of despair, both for the loss of the treat, and the impending mess, doubled up with the reality of being caught.
”HU—WHA—!?” comes the smashed up greeting just before his body yeets to the side, following the arc of the ice cream in a Hail Mary to hide it. He lands on his side, feigning nonchalance as one leg crosses over the other and a hand props up behind his head, as if he’s lying out catching sun…inside. Blinking up, he realizes a bit late, that this is not Flora. ”Enzo!”
Except for right in this moment, when he’d stolen away from Flora’s bed to sneak breakfast ice cream. He couldn’t chance her catching him in the kitchen or any ordinary room, so he’s scrunched up on the floor around the corner of the bed like an absolute gremlin.
The thing with doing something you’re not supposed to is that you’re already on high alert. Add in a very abrupt door opening and an unexpected visitor, and Kaisel’s body is taking a multitude of screenshots. He does not startle quietly, because the instinct that ransacks his body of all sense undulates every muscle on the spot, causing a jittering that flings his ice cream far and wide. This, in turn, elicits an awful wail of despair, both for the loss of the treat, and the impending mess, doubled up with the reality of being caught.
”HU—WHA—!?” comes the smashed up greeting just before his body yeets to the side, following the arc of the ice cream in a Hail Mary to hide it. He lands on his side, feigning nonchalance as one leg crosses over the other and a hand props up behind his head, as if he’s lying out catching sun…inside. Blinking up, he realizes a bit late, that this is not Flora. ”Enzo!”
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
