Kaisel
It's a thankless job, judging. Always full of complaints and push back, and whatever gratitude comes feels like a hollow attempt to curry favor. Maintaining the airs of someone well accustomed to a cranky response, Kaisel's head tilts up, as if height alone could help him rise above Flora's rebuff. "I had no idea you were such a perfectionist. 9.2 is a perfectly respectable score!" Maybe it's the .2, almost worse than a flat 9. An indication of indecision, an almost in place of something whole and true. "Oh...bribery will surely get you far in the world of puddle judging," he quickly assures her, casting a quick, furtive glance around as if checking for officials that might be listening to this potential crime.
Such a glance earns him the notice of Asta and Danta, and though he knows the seasonal effect she means, he shakes his head faintly. He seemed worse right now to Kaisel, a lost hoorah of rut and such. "Big and friendly," Kaisel repeats though, amusement curling the words off his tongue like ribbon on a present. Not the terms he might apply to the antlered ancient, or not one of them at least. "You have a green thumb for friendship. Can make it bloom anywhere." Which, obviously. She's a delight.
With the much more serious task of not being haunted at hand though, Kaisel quiets, holding the umbrella aloft for Flora as she reaches to hang her lanterns, then trading so he can do the same with his. "Y'know, it might surprise you, but this is one of my favorite holidays," he tells her as he settles back from straining on tiptoe to reach a particular branch. Dusting his hands off, he looks over their work and those of others. "I know it's maybe spookier than other things we celebrate, but this version of returning dead is the one I like. It's nice, to see people who've fallen be honored again. You can really see how even when you leave for Mort, you're still a part of everything going on. Especially old fallen heroes."
Such a glance earns him the notice of Asta and Danta, and though he knows the seasonal effect she means, he shakes his head faintly. He seemed worse right now to Kaisel, a lost hoorah of rut and such. "Big and friendly," Kaisel repeats though, amusement curling the words off his tongue like ribbon on a present. Not the terms he might apply to the antlered ancient, or not one of them at least. "You have a green thumb for friendship. Can make it bloom anywhere." Which, obviously. She's a delight.
With the much more serious task of not being haunted at hand though, Kaisel quiets, holding the umbrella aloft for Flora as she reaches to hang her lanterns, then trading so he can do the same with his. "Y'know, it might surprise you, but this is one of my favorite holidays," he tells her as he settles back from straining on tiptoe to reach a particular branch. Dusting his hands off, he looks over their work and those of others. "I know it's maybe spookier than other things we celebrate, but this version of returning dead is the one I like. It's nice, to see people who've fallen be honored again. You can really see how even when you leave for Mort, you're still a part of everything going on. Especially old fallen heroes."
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
