Your touch, so foreign, it's supernatural, extraterrestrial
The office door does not open as much as it detonates inward, Kaisel barreling through on momentum and panic alone. "DANTA!” He cries, tone rising with a keen desperation. His hair’s a complete mess, run through by fingers one too many times, and his shirt matches, black fabric overly loose in its halo at his neck where he's fisted and pulled at it over and over. Which is a shame, because this fresh Hollowed Grounds merch he picked up upon his arrival here. It touts Danta's title in lettering that's meant to look sprayed on, THEOCRAT, bold across the front in red lettering. Less obvious, the raised brand of Danta's eyes watching dangerously over the font, nearly indistinguishable from the main shirt color.
In a rush, Kaisel continues to blurt out the dilemma at hand. “IGOTCHARLIEPREGNANTAND—” He stops suddenly, words dying mid-breath as the reality of what he's walking into hits him in the face, quite literally. The room looks like a travelling circus has been violently murdered, colorful fabric hanging in chaotic drifts from ceiling to floor, meaning it must be cotton intestines that are buffeting his flushed cheeks.
Kaisel recoils on instinct, breath sucking in with a loud and alarmed gasp as he nearly stumbles back out the door. "What the fuck!?" he demands of the lurching fabric, reason pouring back in, confusion displacing the concern, which has left him with a strong cocktail of too many feelings at the moment.
In a rush, Kaisel continues to blurt out the dilemma at hand. “IGOTCHARLIEPREGNANTAND—” He stops suddenly, words dying mid-breath as the reality of what he's walking into hits him in the face, quite literally. The room looks like a travelling circus has been violently murdered, colorful fabric hanging in chaotic drifts from ceiling to floor, meaning it must be cotton intestines that are buffeting his flushed cheeks.
Kaisel recoils on instinct, breath sucking in with a loud and alarmed gasp as he nearly stumbles back out the door. "What the fuck!?" he demands of the lurching fabric, reason pouring back in, confusion displacing the concern, which has left him with a strong cocktail of too many feelings at the moment.
Kaisel
Your kiss is cosmic, every move is magic, you're from a whole other world
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
