Let me paint a picture for you, I'm feeling like Bob Ross
His head tips back with the force of his laugh, his arm unconsciously tugging her closer to his side from where he has it slung about her shoulders and cradled beneath her hair. The sound isn't boisterous, though it is full, his own tiredness having slipped in somewhere between several glasses of drinks and shenanigans that wriggle on the fringe of his memory. Something about dueling Enzo with chicken legs and crowning the victor with a slice of pineapple. He'll awake tomorrow with a clump of sticky hair. "Fortunately, I have a whole year to come up with it," he hums, his stride bumping against her and tugging her to him as it lists down the hallway, careless and carefree.
His free hand slides into his pocket, the one that she has surely noticed is bulging far too aggressively to merely be a salute to her very fine attire. "There is one more thing I have to give you," he murmurs into her temple, nose pressing there briefly as he turns into her just for a moment to adore her before he releases her. The departure is reluctant, and his fingertips trail off her shoulder, keeping contact as long as they can manage. "You have to close your eyes and hold out your hands though," he instructs, and though they haven't made it fully to the bedroom, this alcove is serene enough to bear his impatience. He's waited long enough, and gods know he's shit at keeping his mouth shut, so it's a wonder he's managed for this long. The next few steps to their room might literally kill him though.
He motions to one of the chairs for her to sit, because he knows too well that despite abandoning her heels some time ago, they'll have left their mark on her feet regardless. "I know you've got other presents to open, but Niki muttered something to me about you snooping around, so it seems this one shouldn't wait." His grin is too lazy to fill his face properly, curling with the same sloppy arc as his hair over his brow.
His free hand slides into his pocket, the one that she has surely noticed is bulging far too aggressively to merely be a salute to her very fine attire. "There is one more thing I have to give you," he murmurs into her temple, nose pressing there briefly as he turns into her just for a moment to adore her before he releases her. The departure is reluctant, and his fingertips trail off her shoulder, keeping contact as long as they can manage. "You have to close your eyes and hold out your hands though," he instructs, and though they haven't made it fully to the bedroom, this alcove is serene enough to bear his impatience. He's waited long enough, and gods know he's shit at keeping his mouth shut, so it's a wonder he's managed for this long. The next few steps to their room might literally kill him though.
He motions to one of the chairs for her to sit, because he knows too well that despite abandoning her heels some time ago, they'll have left their mark on her feet regardless. "I know you've got other presents to open, but Niki muttered something to me about you snooping around, so it seems this one shouldn't wait." His grin is too lazy to fill his face properly, curling with the same sloppy arc as his hair over his brow.
Kaisel
They don't gotta ask 'cause they know I'm him
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
