Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
If anyone were to ask him, 'why do you want to climb the corporate ladder ranks?' His answer would easily be: because climbing is fun (plus he's good at it), being tall is awesome (that's without factoring in getting to look down on others literally and figuratively), AND if there's an up, why not get up there (cat logic). At this rate though, he's quickly realizing another shining reason. You get to boss everyone else around, and that's your whole damn job. No wonder the captains always have such clean and perfect uniforms, they don't do shit except put their tongue to work.
Momentarily focused on helping move the last barrel of supplies over, he doesn't immediately see the beach bombshells come to tempt his construction crew like beached sirens. With the same ease of a needle finding North, his gaze naturally ticks back towards Flora. It's then that he becomes aware that something is amiss, because rather than blow him a kiss for how incredible and amazingly strong and capable he is, she's making her face into a Nike symbol. He mouths back a silent what, the question spiking down the bond like mild static. What? he thinks to her, remembering just then the ability to do so, though all version of the question prove unnecessary when he spins about on the spot and snags on the same thing that's dragging at her already.
Oh. I got this. Turning and jogging down the beach towards the workout group, Kaisel offers a wave. "Heeey! So, I almost didn't wanna say anything to you guys, but those soldiers back there." He gestures over his shoulder with a thumb towards the group of boys still smoldering away. Sucking air through his teeth, Kaisel shakes his head slowly. "Weeeell, they said you guys are totally doing it all wrong, and that you probably couldn't even do anything real with your muscles. Like, they were implying you just kinda, do some gestures and call it good. I told them, hey, watch out, I bet that group could totally kick your ass, because from what I can tell, you guys are working really hard and doing awesome. They still disagreed and said there's no way you could beat them, especially when it comes to using your muscles, like what we're all doing up there with the new bar's foundation." Kaisel holds up both hands with a shrug and a nonchalant frown. "So like, I dunno if I would take that if I was you guys, but I think you could show them up easy."
Kaisel tries to get the soldiers back on track by recruiting the workout group for some friendly compeittion (or alternatively to beat up the lazy soldiers).
Momentarily focused on helping move the last barrel of supplies over, he doesn't immediately see the beach bombshells come to tempt his construction crew like beached sirens. With the same ease of a needle finding North, his gaze naturally ticks back towards Flora. It's then that he becomes aware that something is amiss, because rather than blow him a kiss for how incredible and amazingly strong and capable he is, she's making her face into a Nike symbol. He mouths back a silent what, the question spiking down the bond like mild static. What? he thinks to her, remembering just then the ability to do so, though all version of the question prove unnecessary when he spins about on the spot and snags on the same thing that's dragging at her already.
Oh. I got this. Turning and jogging down the beach towards the workout group, Kaisel offers a wave. "Heeey! So, I almost didn't wanna say anything to you guys, but those soldiers back there." He gestures over his shoulder with a thumb towards the group of boys still smoldering away. Sucking air through his teeth, Kaisel shakes his head slowly. "Weeeell, they said you guys are totally doing it all wrong, and that you probably couldn't even do anything real with your muscles. Like, they were implying you just kinda, do some gestures and call it good. I told them, hey, watch out, I bet that group could totally kick your ass, because from what I can tell, you guys are working really hard and doing awesome. They still disagreed and said there's no way you could beat them, especially when it comes to using your muscles, like what we're all doing up there with the new bar's foundation." Kaisel holds up both hands with a shrug and a nonchalant frown. "So like, I dunno if I would take that if I was you guys, but I think you could show them up easy."
Kaisel tries to get the soldiers back on track by recruiting the workout group for some friendly compeittion (or alternatively to beat up the lazy soldiers).
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
