Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
Deflated the instant their refusals and laughter land, Kaisel returns it with a higher, mocking sound. "Guess they're right, you're all a bunch of sissies after all," he scoffs, turning back towards the construction site with a dismissive wave of his hand. Women are like hyenas the moment they're in a group, his thoughts storms back to her, a scowl written into the thought like any building thunderhead on the horizon.
Not to be deterred from the ultimate assignment of get-the-meatheads-back-on-task though, Kaisel traipses right up the offending line of them and reaches out to swiftly tap one on the balls with the edge of his finger. It's the well-known game for most young men, many a recess spent earning testicle-saving reflexes and the paramount respect of fastest groin-shield in the west. "Back to work or risk writhing around on the ground in front of them!" he barks, imitating his best commander in chief voice he could muster. The corps were not above torture or humiliation.
Kaisel plays ball tap with the distracted soldiers
Not to be deterred from the ultimate assignment of get-the-meatheads-back-on-task though, Kaisel traipses right up the offending line of them and reaches out to swiftly tap one on the balls with the edge of his finger. It's the well-known game for most young men, many a recess spent earning testicle-saving reflexes and the paramount respect of fastest groin-shield in the west. "Back to work or risk writhing around on the ground in front of them!" he barks, imitating his best commander in chief voice he could muster. The corps were not above torture or humiliation.
Kaisel plays ball tap with the distracted soldiers
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
