the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
Having now experienced a full Torchline Longnight once already, he's prepared this year, and he has had thoughts on how to make it bigger and better. A whole list, in fact, which he's slipped to Flora nearly daily with a growing amount of absurdity. He's slipped it into her piles of work papers, into her purse, at her nightstand under her glass of night water, and even mailed it to her with a few ghost writer names that she saw though far too fast to be fair. Although this particular feat isn't his idea entirely, not exactly, he likes to think he wore her down with enough insanity that she became inspired by all of it and with some courtly brainstorming and a few hot takes, arranged this.
Flapping his arms to continue untangling the end of the buoy lines they've begun to unroll and stretch out, Kaisel finally manages to free the last bit of this one and can fully glance up at her as she speaks. "Oh yeah?" His eyebrows reach for his hair as he regards the Honeybee with a smile that he gave no permission to but found its way quite comfortably on his face at the mention of marrying Flora. Might half be the secret of pulling off their private ceremony into a public one, and might 80% be the fact hearing her name still does this to him as if she's his classroom crush he's too shy to approach still. "What might those deets be?" He is a miserable failure at nonchalance, but he tries for it anyway in the hopes it might make her spill the tea all that faster to better capture his attention, expecting that she, like him, enjoys the spotlight of focus and favor.
Dressed in board shorts that are black at the top, they gradually fade into a golden bottom where small text reads The honeybee. A faintly visible honeycomb pattern is made on the yellowed ends with an inalid subtle shimmer of fabric. With them, Kaisel stands equally ready to romp into the sea. He's already stripped his button-down blue shirt and cast it aside, and despite the temperate beach, the season blows a cold coastal breeze once in a while that makes him shiver faintly. "Mmmmm," Kaisel considers her question, stretching his arms out as wide as he can on either side and glancing between them. "I thiiink, three arm-lengths. Gives them enough room to fall off and not get tangled."
Flapping his arms to continue untangling the end of the buoy lines they've begun to unroll and stretch out, Kaisel finally manages to free the last bit of this one and can fully glance up at her as she speaks. "Oh yeah?" His eyebrows reach for his hair as he regards the Honeybee with a smile that he gave no permission to but found its way quite comfortably on his face at the mention of marrying Flora. Might half be the secret of pulling off their private ceremony into a public one, and might 80% be the fact hearing her name still does this to him as if she's his classroom crush he's too shy to approach still. "What might those deets be?" He is a miserable failure at nonchalance, but he tries for it anyway in the hopes it might make her spill the tea all that faster to better capture his attention, expecting that she, like him, enjoys the spotlight of focus and favor.
Dressed in board shorts that are black at the top, they gradually fade into a golden bottom where small text reads The honeybee. A faintly visible honeycomb pattern is made on the yellowed ends with an inalid subtle shimmer of fabric. With them, Kaisel stands equally ready to romp into the sea. He's already stripped his button-down blue shirt and cast it aside, and despite the temperate beach, the season blows a cold coastal breeze once in a while that makes him shiver faintly. "Mmmmm," Kaisel considers her question, stretching his arms out as wide as he can on either side and glancing between them. "I thiiink, three arm-lengths. Gives them enough room to fall off and not get tangled."
Kaisel
everybody come hang, let's go out with a bang
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
