Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
Enzo rather lays out the obvious as to what kind of favorite Kaisel is for Flora, because otherwise they’d be encroaching on some Game of Thrones territory, what with the Lannister twins and all. He didn’t think he needed it said aloud, but honestly, now that it has been, and it’s reassuringly him that takes the gold in that department, well he’s rightfully chuffed to be claiming some part of the number one spot. Potential incest and medals aside, there’s vases to steal and a poorly stealthed return.
Wide-eyed and breathless, Kaisel would freeze his heart too if he could manage it, anything to maintain the silence and their cover. Slowly, oh so slowly, his gaze dips with Enzo towards the door, watching the impressive display of limber legs and well-blessed genetics. Time has slowed into something that can only be measured by strained blinks, but as it flutters onward, their sanctuary holds. Relief eases in by degrees, almost unwilling to believe they’ve made it out, and Kaisel coimically wipes his brow with the back of his hand. ”Phew, close one,” he mutters.
Gawking a bit as the ice cream begins to float, he gestures towards them and then Enzo. ”You coulda done that the whole time!?” he demands, clearly wondering why the frozen richochet had to happen at all. Moving on, because the answer is plain, he brings the vases around and offers them out. ”Alright, you scoop, I’ll pour.” He grins, nearly rubbing his hands together evil villain style in delightful anticipation of this concoction, which is entirely comprised of secrecy and bad choices, so of course it’s the best flavors.
Popping the champagne into a bundle of merch to muffle the pop, Kaisel pours slow and steady into the containers, the bubbles splashing over the ice cream with a crisp fizz and a rush of froth that he’s careful not to race too eagerly with, lest it continue up and spill over. ”This,” he commends, gaze lifting to Enzo, ”is pure genius.” Which he’s told Flora a time or two, so seems to run in the family. After that, it's nothing but merriment until the bottle empties.
[FIN]
Wide-eyed and breathless, Kaisel would freeze his heart too if he could manage it, anything to maintain the silence and their cover. Slowly, oh so slowly, his gaze dips with Enzo towards the door, watching the impressive display of limber legs and well-blessed genetics. Time has slowed into something that can only be measured by strained blinks, but as it flutters onward, their sanctuary holds. Relief eases in by degrees, almost unwilling to believe they’ve made it out, and Kaisel coimically wipes his brow with the back of his hand. ”Phew, close one,” he mutters.
Gawking a bit as the ice cream begins to float, he gestures towards them and then Enzo. ”You coulda done that the whole time!?” he demands, clearly wondering why the frozen richochet had to happen at all. Moving on, because the answer is plain, he brings the vases around and offers them out. ”Alright, you scoop, I’ll pour.” He grins, nearly rubbing his hands together evil villain style in delightful anticipation of this concoction, which is entirely comprised of secrecy and bad choices, so of course it’s the best flavors.
Popping the champagne into a bundle of merch to muffle the pop, Kaisel pours slow and steady into the containers, the bubbles splashing over the ice cream with a crisp fizz and a rush of froth that he’s careful not to race too eagerly with, lest it continue up and spill over. ”This,” he commends, gaze lifting to Enzo, ”is pure genius.” Which he’s told Flora a time or two, so seems to run in the family. After that, it's nothing but merriment until the bottle empties.
[FIN]
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
