Kaisel
Haters on my back like a backpack
Tempted to lean down and draw his name into the curing cement with a finger, Kaisel's drawn away from that ledge with the newest potential for causing groans. "I canal wait!" He informs her, cheesing before turning to grab the least tired-looking bit of the bunch to come with him.
Traipsing down the sloping line of the intentional cut from the bar to the sea, Kaisel's gaze pours over the side and works to discern any noteworthy flaws. He and some fellows are on one side, and an equal count are on the other, affording a full distance view, not about to let the slopes hide any potential secrets.
"Maybe some of you should grab some sticks and poke around," he suggests, hand lifting to shield his gaze. He points out some nearby driftwood that could serve the trick, leaving them to fetch it and use it while he crouches down and presses his palm on one questionable spot.
Kai and soldiers check canal!
Traipsing down the sloping line of the intentional cut from the bar to the sea, Kaisel's gaze pours over the side and works to discern any noteworthy flaws. He and some fellows are on one side, and an equal count are on the other, affording a full distance view, not about to let the slopes hide any potential secrets.
"Maybe some of you should grab some sticks and poke around," he suggests, hand lifting to shield his gaze. He points out some nearby driftwood that could serve the trick, leaving them to fetch it and use it while he crouches down and presses his palm on one questionable spot.
Kai and soldiers check canal!
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
