Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
His writer's point still stands that women are terrifying in groups and men's balls are a great motivator when threatened. As for the current pack of hyenas glaring down at him, the too-bright thought of a purple nurple sweeps in smugly, but the intrusive thing doesn't linger. Instead he tilts his head, expectation more than apology in the motion. "This has got to be better than running laps and doing push ups, but that can be arranged if you're going to consider this your leisure day instead." Point being, maybe he's not their commander normally, but if they're going to waste his time today he'll be sure to put in a word with the one who can give their day to day a ball tapping.
"Besides," he says as he glances back over his shoulder towards the workout group, unimpressed (and slighted). That they have plenty of distractions right besides them hardly bodes well for the soldiers earning their attention. "Shouldn't they be the ones gawking at you? Nothing draws the eye more than a body in motion, so you could turn the tables and make progress on the bar, win win."
Kaisel tries threatening and telling them that they aren't pretty enough as is!
"Besides," he says as he glances back over his shoulder towards the workout group, unimpressed (and slighted). That they have plenty of distractions right besides them hardly bodes well for the soldiers earning their attention. "Shouldn't they be the ones gawking at you? Nothing draws the eye more than a body in motion, so you could turn the tables and make progress on the bar, win win."
Kaisel tries threatening and telling them that they aren't pretty enough as is!
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
