Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
Cold things are best enjoyed in dreary weather. It doesn’t seem like it should work that way, but beneath the strokes of heat, the array of cold treats feel too solid and heavy, doing little to combat the swlter. Unless they’re light and crisp enough, more water than not, they’re not worth it. This time of year though, with this type of weather, it’s like the frozen goods have their own siren song for his willpower.
Although, the cut of the wind suddenly makes the idea of a smoothie unappaetizing, the chill sharp and abrupt as it bleeds right through his jacket and curls taut into his skin. His teeth tighten, body stiffening against the invisible shove, but he’s got to do more than brace. The ripple of outcry and chaos has him moving to assist, helping steady someone who staggers and reaching out hastily to rein back a decorative streamer that twists like a phantom cloud wyrm. ”It’s fucking wimdy!” he bellows as they all work to endure.
Chasing after a particularly evasive runaway, Kaisel grabs hold of the paper lantern just in time to see The Ark keel over. ”Oh shit!” Abandoning the flimsy light he hustles over to her, crouching down and extending a rain-dotted coat arm for her to brace on, or use to crawl up, in which case he’d rise with her. ”Are you alright lady? You got knocked around pretty good.” Barely waiting for a response, his gaze starts to coast around her for sign of injury.
He assumes she slipped on moist ground, that working in tandem with the wind for a combined effort of ‘fuck you’. He figures her pride is bruised more than anything, although falls are more deadly than people realize, but she’syoung enough not to have to worry about that too much yet. Salt creeps in as he inhales, assumedly rolling off the ocean with the shift of the wind, a likely sign that a larger storm is brewing.
Although, the cut of the wind suddenly makes the idea of a smoothie unappaetizing, the chill sharp and abrupt as it bleeds right through his jacket and curls taut into his skin. His teeth tighten, body stiffening against the invisible shove, but he’s got to do more than brace. The ripple of outcry and chaos has him moving to assist, helping steady someone who staggers and reaching out hastily to rein back a decorative streamer that twists like a phantom cloud wyrm. ”It’s fucking wimdy!” he bellows as they all work to endure.
Chasing after a particularly evasive runaway, Kaisel grabs hold of the paper lantern just in time to see The Ark keel over. ”Oh shit!” Abandoning the flimsy light he hustles over to her, crouching down and extending a rain-dotted coat arm for her to brace on, or use to crawl up, in which case he’d rise with her. ”Are you alright lady? You got knocked around pretty good.” Barely waiting for a response, his gaze starts to coast around her for sign of injury.
He assumes she slipped on moist ground, that working in tandem with the wind for a combined effort of ‘fuck you’. He figures her pride is bruised more than anything, although falls are more deadly than people realize, but she’syoung enough not to have to worry about that too much yet. Salt creeps in as he inhales, assumedly rolling off the ocean with the shift of the wind, a likely sign that a larger storm is brewing.
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
