Everybody sour like a lemon tree
The bell announces his arrival first, but the rest carries him well after. That, of course, being Kaisel himself. Potentially not immediately recognizable, his long, bleach-blonde wig at odds with his usual hair, his bright return greeting will secure his identity the moment he sees Soh. ”Hey gurl!” he calls out brightly.
He’s a sight to behold, stuffed into a crop top, which may actually not have been a crop top to start with, but is fighting his shoulders so profoundly that it’s given up the battle with his abdomen. Although given the solid branding of The Maverick across the front in very dramatic scrawl, it’s anyone’s guess how much body this shirt was ever meant to cover. The black and red top suits his pleated skirt well, the strawberry pattern dazzling the darker fabric until he looks like some alternative version of a cabbage patch kid. This is all hidden beneath his neon orange raincoat, which he promptly shucks off upon stepping inside, shaking it out and lending it to the coat rack.
Girls night requires going all out. He did leave the heels at home though. He’s practical, no sense breaking an ankle in the scream rain.
Grabbing a warm green tea and selecting his pottery of choice to paint, he plops down in the seat opposite Soh with a dramatic sigh. ”Gods, this weather.” Straightening his wig hairs with just the pointer fingers on each hand, he cups his tea in both hands and sips without breaking eye contact with Soh. ”Alright, lay it out plain sister, what the hell is going on? How many lads are barking up your tree right now?”
He’s a sight to behold, stuffed into a crop top, which may actually not have been a crop top to start with, but is fighting his shoulders so profoundly that it’s given up the battle with his abdomen. Although given the solid branding of The Maverick across the front in very dramatic scrawl, it’s anyone’s guess how much body this shirt was ever meant to cover. The black and red top suits his pleated skirt well, the strawberry pattern dazzling the darker fabric until he looks like some alternative version of a cabbage patch kid. This is all hidden beneath his neon orange raincoat, which he promptly shucks off upon stepping inside, shaking it out and lending it to the coat rack.
Girls night requires going all out. He did leave the heels at home though. He’s practical, no sense breaking an ankle in the scream rain.
Grabbing a warm green tea and selecting his pottery of choice to paint, he plops down in the seat opposite Soh with a dramatic sigh. ”Gods, this weather.” Straightening his wig hairs with just the pointer fingers on each hand, he cups his tea in both hands and sips without breaking eye contact with Soh. ”Alright, lay it out plain sister, what the hell is going on? How many lads are barking up your tree right now?”
Kaisel
I'm just smiling down upon my enemies
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
