I'll Shout! From the rooftop singing, everybody gonna know my name
As Niki's head lifts enough to suggest some return of life, Kaisel feels properly rewarded. It's working, he thinks eagerly, and shoots back a game-winning smile to the necromancer's query. In true extrovert fashion, Kaisel is already being improved just with Niki's company, all his wakefulness coming in quicker now that he's got a target friend. "I will be," he assures, "soon as I get some food in me. Which seems to be what you need too." Maybe some hair of the dog for Niki, but Kaisel and the spirits might draw the line at cleaning up puke, so he doesn't risk seeing a blue and green rainbow on the tile by even suggesting it.
Catching the thumbs up mid pancake flip, Kaisel lets the batter start to cook up on that side. A spirit has already procured a new mug on the counter, and Kaisel readily takes it in hand and pours the energized bean juice in. "How d'ya take your coffee?" he asks, poised with the cream and sugar to doctor it up just right. His own mug is a steaming cup of enough milky sweetness to make most toes curl, more like dessert than an energy source, but it works for him. Delivering the coffee in whatever fashion Niki needs to the table where he's fallen back into the graveyard of his arms, Kaisel gently pats his head in passing. A very, there there lad motion, before the pancakes summon him back to avoid any burning.
A small laugh responds to the new religion that Niki has found, and rebuffed, in the ass-kicking mix of a Blue Torcher. "C'mooon, I saw you having a good time. And look, you're still alive!" Maybe Niki isn't celebrating that part as much, but Kaisel's ecstatic that he isn't ghosted. "Guess my premonition didn't come true, or maybe it's for another day with a house and you and Sunjata." He shrugs, not overly bothered by the idea now. He did get around to saging the room at some point last night, although he doesn't remember, but the bundle is burnt. "You like your pancakes as sweet as you are, or do you go light on the syrup and butter to make up for what you already got?" Kaisel asks, proffering a wink as he slides the first done pancake off onto a plate.
Catching the thumbs up mid pancake flip, Kaisel lets the batter start to cook up on that side. A spirit has already procured a new mug on the counter, and Kaisel readily takes it in hand and pours the energized bean juice in. "How d'ya take your coffee?" he asks, poised with the cream and sugar to doctor it up just right. His own mug is a steaming cup of enough milky sweetness to make most toes curl, more like dessert than an energy source, but it works for him. Delivering the coffee in whatever fashion Niki needs to the table where he's fallen back into the graveyard of his arms, Kaisel gently pats his head in passing. A very, there there lad motion, before the pancakes summon him back to avoid any burning.
A small laugh responds to the new religion that Niki has found, and rebuffed, in the ass-kicking mix of a Blue Torcher. "C'mooon, I saw you having a good time. And look, you're still alive!" Maybe Niki isn't celebrating that part as much, but Kaisel's ecstatic that he isn't ghosted. "Guess my premonition didn't come true, or maybe it's for another day with a house and you and Sunjata." He shrugs, not overly bothered by the idea now. He did get around to saging the room at some point last night, although he doesn't remember, but the bundle is burnt. "You like your pancakes as sweet as you are, or do you go light on the syrup and butter to make up for what you already got?" Kaisel asks, proffering a wink as he slides the first done pancake off onto a plate.
Kaisel
So I gotta be loud! Don't turn it down, can't let outside noise drown you out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
