Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
The crowbar judges are far kinder than the puddle jumping judges, it'd seem. Not that he's going to complain one bit about a perfect score, which is clearly earned on merit alone. It does lend him some extra enthusiasm as he heaves himself into the cratespection. "Very sanity saving of you," he lauds of her choice to give something new a worn look. Though he might have suggested they all could have worn it in themselves, but maybe there'd be time for that still later with a rousing game of tag using wine glasses.
After finalizing the last of the furniture crates with her, Kaisel is plucking some straw from his hair, and somehow also his mouth. "Phhfft—yep—puh—no oblem," he informs her, picking the piece from his tongue and flicking it away. Taking the clipboard in hand, and using it to deliver a swift and passing smack to Flora's ass present company be damned, he's already breaking out into a jog. Definitely not to keep him out of retaliation reach and only because he means to snap the men in uniform into order.
"LISTEN UP!" he barks, clipboard slapping the side of his leg with more pull than his voice as he stands at attention before the group. They turn with a lazy interest to face him. Maybe Kai's infrequent role as leader is a bit too obviously worn now as he attempts it, the way pretending to drive a car when you never have results in a nausea inducing stuttering, or it could be too many of the lads and ladies recognize him and exactly what rung of the ladder he possess. That said, this is Flora's project, and that's perhaps the only reason they turned around at all. "You lot are to get the foundation materials ready. So grab all the tools we'll need and shuffled everything closer. Nothing can be built without a solid base, so your region and its queen are counting on you!" Maybe not as heroic as defending against invading forces or rabid monsters, but a well-built bar is a staple for any good wealth in a city. The response should result in some shuffling and heaving as hoes, shovels, rakes, and other leveling tools are taken to arms, and in any hands that are still empty, barrels and crates of mixing materials and wood find their place.
Kai gets the foundation crew of soldiers sorted
After finalizing the last of the furniture crates with her, Kaisel is plucking some straw from his hair, and somehow also his mouth. "Phhfft—yep—puh—no oblem," he informs her, picking the piece from his tongue and flicking it away. Taking the clipboard in hand, and using it to deliver a swift and passing smack to Flora's ass present company be damned, he's already breaking out into a jog. Definitely not to keep him out of retaliation reach and only because he means to snap the men in uniform into order.
"LISTEN UP!" he barks, clipboard slapping the side of his leg with more pull than his voice as he stands at attention before the group. They turn with a lazy interest to face him. Maybe Kai's infrequent role as leader is a bit too obviously worn now as he attempts it, the way pretending to drive a car when you never have results in a nausea inducing stuttering, or it could be too many of the lads and ladies recognize him and exactly what rung of the ladder he possess. That said, this is Flora's project, and that's perhaps the only reason they turned around at all. "You lot are to get the foundation materials ready. So grab all the tools we'll need and shuffled everything closer. Nothing can be built without a solid base, so your region and its queen are counting on you!" Maybe not as heroic as defending against invading forces or rabid monsters, but a well-built bar is a staple for any good wealth in a city. The response should result in some shuffling and heaving as hoes, shovels, rakes, and other leveling tools are taken to arms, and in any hands that are still empty, barrels and crates of mixing materials and wood find their place.
Kai gets the foundation crew of soldiers sorted
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
