Kaisel
It’s no easy feat leaving behind his (freshly public) wife—to be—he reminds himself of the latter par. He manages it, but not without the need to now frantically race down to the docks. Each stride is a loud thump against the wooden path, backpack jostling so wildly behind him that it threatens to topple him at one point when their momentums split while trying to dodge a too-slow older man toddling in his way. The backpack swings right, Kaisel’s shoulder dips left, trying to swerve, so instead he smacks right into the fellow. ”Oh fuck, I’m so SORRY!” he gasps out in the same moment he grabs hold of the mans shoulders and yanks to keep him upright as they stumble forward.
Bending down to pick up all the oranges that spilled out of his arms, Kaisel endures the tongue lashing that he earns. ”I know, I know,” he huffs, blowing up his face to try and reset the flop of his hair as he pecks up citrus and deposits it back in wrinkled hands. ”I’ll be more careful!” he promises, flashing a smile just before sprinting away again without any evident change.
Leaping over a bundle of rope as he arrives, Kaisel loudly pulls up, leaning over his knees momentarily to catch his breath. Somehow, Flora still got him to run today as it turns out. ”Hey!” he greets the demi-dads at last, straightening and swiping a hand through his hair to tame it back into its usual unruly place. ”You guys ready to do this?!” He would have worn his R&R merch in their honor, if not for the manual labor today requiring clothes he doesn’t mind getting filthy, so instead he’s settled on a green shirt that boasts a velvet pickle on the front, proudly proclaiming I’m sort of a big dill in overly elegant font.
Bending down to pick up all the oranges that spilled out of his arms, Kaisel endures the tongue lashing that he earns. ”I know, I know,” he huffs, blowing up his face to try and reset the flop of his hair as he pecks up citrus and deposits it back in wrinkled hands. ”I’ll be more careful!” he promises, flashing a smile just before sprinting away again without any evident change.
Leaping over a bundle of rope as he arrives, Kaisel loudly pulls up, leaning over his knees momentarily to catch his breath. Somehow, Flora still got him to run today as it turns out. ”Hey!” he greets the demi-dads at last, straightening and swiping a hand through his hair to tame it back into its usual unruly place. ”You guys ready to do this?!” He would have worn his R&R merch in their honor, if not for the manual labor today requiring clothes he doesn’t mind getting filthy, so instead he’s settled on a green shirt that boasts a velvet pickle on the front, proudly proclaiming I’m sort of a big dill in overly elegant font.
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
