Kaisel
His eyes light up like the night sky has returned in full splendor, his mouth reaching up as far as it can manage, then pushing further still into his cheeks. It's a delight that he'll carry for days, but it beams forth eagerly, both due to being so fresh and for the warm acceptance from both of them. "We couldn't be happier," he says easily, the fullness of the feeling rising in his chest as he speaks. This truth has never been more apparent than now, with everyone able to see it, to know it, like their knowledge is just the echo of his own.
Trying not to let his gaze linger too long on the evident bags beneath both their eyes, Kaisel is more than happy to provide the energy for the three of them. Nodding in confirmation of Ronin's question, his gaze surveys the immediate dock space. "Alright! That sounds like a plan," he agrees to Remi, already spinning away, nearly floating at this point. He wrestles the first thing into arm that he sees, bundles of rope that threaten to spill out into discord. He hoists them up onto his shoulders like absurdly large costume attire, securing them with his other hand. "So we just, move this all to clear the space for the cannon? Does it belong to anyone?" Already starting to march down the dock to set this sea spillage elsewhere, he glances back for confirmation before finding out he's lost lazy Larry's very important cargo ties.
Trying not to let his gaze linger too long on the evident bags beneath both their eyes, Kaisel is more than happy to provide the energy for the three of them. Nodding in confirmation of Ronin's question, his gaze surveys the immediate dock space. "Alright! That sounds like a plan," he agrees to Remi, already spinning away, nearly floating at this point. He wrestles the first thing into arm that he sees, bundles of rope that threaten to spill out into discord. He hoists them up onto his shoulders like absurdly large costume attire, securing them with his other hand. "So we just, move this all to clear the space for the cannon? Does it belong to anyone?" Already starting to march down the dock to set this sea spillage elsewhere, he glances back for confirmation before finding out he's lost lazy Larry's very important cargo ties.
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
