Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
Relaxing with an immediate sigh that suggests it just took years off his life when leaving his body, Kaisel drops his pose and flops onto his stomach. ”Uuuugh, Enzoooo,” he groans, facedown, the words muffled around the ground, cheeks puffing up around the exhale. The finishing part of I thought you were Flora clearly doesn’t need to be said as Enzo’s immediate line of questioning connects those dots like a child’s paper menu at a restaurant—it’s shaped like a kitty cat.
Inhaling through his nose long and loud overtop Enzo’s voice, the draw of breath works like a taut string and hauls Kaisel up onto his knees in a kneel. Flopping his head to the side in the very dramatic fashion of someone who has just lost perfectly good ice cream for no reason, Kaisel looks over at Enzo as he glides onto the bed with all the grace of a duck on water. ”If she catches me eating ice cream, she makes me go for a run,” he says, seemingly to Enzo’s very appealing slippers since that’s where his full focus is directed at the moment. ”And running,” Kaisel begins, here to educate Enzo in case he is unaware. ”Is. The. Worst.” Although he’s half a mind to make Flora jog in those slippers now.
His attention rises to the olive branch, a well known champagne label, and hikes himself up onto the bed as well. ”Hmm, y’know,” Kaisel begins after taking the bottle, thumb poised over the cork. ”Maybe we get some more ice cream and make champagne floats?”
Inhaling through his nose long and loud overtop Enzo’s voice, the draw of breath works like a taut string and hauls Kaisel up onto his knees in a kneel. Flopping his head to the side in the very dramatic fashion of someone who has just lost perfectly good ice cream for no reason, Kaisel looks over at Enzo as he glides onto the bed with all the grace of a duck on water. ”If she catches me eating ice cream, she makes me go for a run,” he says, seemingly to Enzo’s very appealing slippers since that’s where his full focus is directed at the moment. ”And running,” Kaisel begins, here to educate Enzo in case he is unaware. ”Is. The. Worst.” Although he’s half a mind to make Flora jog in those slippers now.
His attention rises to the olive branch, a well known champagne label, and hikes himself up onto the bed as well. ”Hmm, y’know,” Kaisel begins after taking the bottle, thumb poised over the cork. ”Maybe we get some more ice cream and make champagne floats?”
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
