If your heart's on the line, you could take mine
Wrinkling his nose as they both seem to find benefit in the idea of launching corpses, or corpse dust, he offers a long sigh out—the long-standing suffering of someone who has just realized a dream and had it torn from them. "That just sounds like fun for the sharks. I wanted it to be fun for me." Perhaps it was too much to ask to retain all limbs after being packed inside an explosive tube.
Giving up on that potential for the much more real one of harassing Flora into a stray touch, he can barely contain the rampant smirk that sneaks out as he tips himself just out of her reach, trenchcoat executing a flare worthy of the skating rink. "I'm just going where I see the potential ammo!" He might sound more believable if his grin weren't shaping the words from ear to ear, innocence laid on so thick it's competing with the humid air. Though he never takes her threats lightly, the spark of mischief lighting up his eyes when they find her suggests that he's willing to continue fucking around, though he does his best to disguise it with another bundle of rocks in his arms and slung back behind him, ever dutiful and definitely not pulling shenanigans.
The scream rain interrupts some of the fun, and Kaisel maintains his squint up at it long after the streak of lightning and the rumble of unnatural shrieking has ended. He stands without fuckery for Flora to deposit the stones, attention lowering from the sky to her marginally, grasping the edges both in perception and reach, a pair of fingers angling around his back to graze her in a brush of reassurance. It's less about grounding either of them, than it is checking the pulse of how alright everything still is. "Me when your cold feet touch me," he says as an aside to her, trying to brush off the unnatural weather, as if giving it the power of their worry would feed it, much like cryptids and demons.
"So Mel, help me settle a debate Flora and I had," he says, swinging back into conversation with all the effort of a casual shrug. "She asked me if she had an identical twin and everything was the same, would I also love that Flora. Dlora (double Flora). I said yes, which is apparently the wrong answer," he rolls his eyes with dramatic flair as he reaches to collect and pack away more rocks. "What's the right answer here?"
Giving up on that potential for the much more real one of harassing Flora into a stray touch, he can barely contain the rampant smirk that sneaks out as he tips himself just out of her reach, trenchcoat executing a flare worthy of the skating rink. "I'm just going where I see the potential ammo!" He might sound more believable if his grin weren't shaping the words from ear to ear, innocence laid on so thick it's competing with the humid air. Though he never takes her threats lightly, the spark of mischief lighting up his eyes when they find her suggests that he's willing to continue fucking around, though he does his best to disguise it with another bundle of rocks in his arms and slung back behind him, ever dutiful and definitely not pulling shenanigans.
The scream rain interrupts some of the fun, and Kaisel maintains his squint up at it long after the streak of lightning and the rumble of unnatural shrieking has ended. He stands without fuckery for Flora to deposit the stones, attention lowering from the sky to her marginally, grasping the edges both in perception and reach, a pair of fingers angling around his back to graze her in a brush of reassurance. It's less about grounding either of them, than it is checking the pulse of how alright everything still is. "Me when your cold feet touch me," he says as an aside to her, trying to brush off the unnatural weather, as if giving it the power of their worry would feed it, much like cryptids and demons.
"So Mel, help me settle a debate Flora and I had," he says, swinging back into conversation with all the effort of a casual shrug. "She asked me if she had an identical twin and everything was the same, would I also love that Flora. Dlora (double Flora). I said yes, which is apparently the wrong answer," he rolls his eyes with dramatic flair as he reaches to collect and pack away more rocks. "What's the right answer here?"
Kaisel
Say you want the moon, watch me learn to fly
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
