Your touch, so foreign, it's supernatural, extraterrestrial
Too late for Danta to take his hope away now, Kaisel’s got his teeth sunk into it like a dog with a bone. Afterall, he didn’t do anything, other than leave Flora’s side, which always seems to get him into trouble now that he thinks about it. Although admittedly, sometimes at her side he gets into trouble too. Maybe there’s a common denominator here…he’ll figure it out one day.
Nodding as Danta echoes demigod with all the severity that name deserves, the praise only causing another quirk to his lips, clearly preferring not to be in Dygra’s good graces if this is the result. ”I thought the same thing!” Kaisel says suddenly, leaning sharply forward, fists balling under his chin as his elbows rest on his thighs. The flint of his gaze rests squarely on Danta, sharpened with the same focus of a surgeon trying to extract a tool that could sever something vital if mishandled.
”Except, why would Charlie act like it’s mine then?” He should perhaps not so freely trust a woman who’s already duped him once (pretending to be possessed counts as fool me once…), and who admittedly serves chaos with an intimate passion. Yet, Kaisel doesn’t dare assume to find fault in his friend. ”So I figure, since other rules are thrown out the window, maybe the child does have three parents?” His eyebrows lift in patient expectation that Danta might have a solid answer.
Watching Danta struggle is a welcome distraction from his thoughts, and he’s momentarily entertained before he remembers decency. Struck by the sudden recognition of it, Kaisel vaults to his feet and sinks down on the other end of the uncooperative tent and bag, assisting where he can. ”What about me implies chicken?” he scoffs in return to Danta, before throwing him a guarded look. ”You have implied I’m finger licking before, but that’s not what I mean.” Nor what he wants, and he warily keeps a sideye on the brothel owner as they work in near vicinity.
”Might be done with Dygra after this,” Kaisel admits wiuth a huff of air blowing into his bangs. Which means, no, he’s not taking the joke of trying to get blessed twice by bringing Flora to the shrine. Danta has a good point about the approach of setting her up for a false idea of luxury when it’s anything but. She has never shied from hard truths with him, even when it sends them to the ground. ”You’re right, I just, I gotta tell her. Straight up.”
Nodding as Danta echoes demigod with all the severity that name deserves, the praise only causing another quirk to his lips, clearly preferring not to be in Dygra’s good graces if this is the result. ”I thought the same thing!” Kaisel says suddenly, leaning sharply forward, fists balling under his chin as his elbows rest on his thighs. The flint of his gaze rests squarely on Danta, sharpened with the same focus of a surgeon trying to extract a tool that could sever something vital if mishandled.
”Except, why would Charlie act like it’s mine then?” He should perhaps not so freely trust a woman who’s already duped him once (pretending to be possessed counts as fool me once…), and who admittedly serves chaos with an intimate passion. Yet, Kaisel doesn’t dare assume to find fault in his friend. ”So I figure, since other rules are thrown out the window, maybe the child does have three parents?” His eyebrows lift in patient expectation that Danta might have a solid answer.
Watching Danta struggle is a welcome distraction from his thoughts, and he’s momentarily entertained before he remembers decency. Struck by the sudden recognition of it, Kaisel vaults to his feet and sinks down on the other end of the uncooperative tent and bag, assisting where he can. ”What about me implies chicken?” he scoffs in return to Danta, before throwing him a guarded look. ”You have implied I’m finger licking before, but that’s not what I mean.” Nor what he wants, and he warily keeps a sideye on the brothel owner as they work in near vicinity.
”Might be done with Dygra after this,” Kaisel admits wiuth a huff of air blowing into his bangs. Which means, no, he’s not taking the joke of trying to get blessed twice by bringing Flora to the shrine. Danta has a good point about the approach of setting her up for a false idea of luxury when it’s anything but. She has never shied from hard truths with him, even when it sends them to the ground. ”You’re right, I just, I gotta tell her. Straight up.”
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
