the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
Stopping weddings admittedly sounds much more like Mel than planning them. His grin spreads out in return at the answer, conjuring images of her bursting into ceremonies, guns blazing as it were. "Maybe you could be our wedding security," he muses, because it takes one to know one, right? So she would be able to spot anyone scuttling about unwanted in a blink and could intercept them. Although hiring Mel to do anything feels like the equivalent of setting your backyard on fire over just mowing the lawn.
The role may sound unnecessary, but there is a list of shitty people not invited and dragons to contend with. Although he rather thinks her fathers will sort out the latter. "Mmhm," he nods, glad to hear at least they still seem to be of the same mind on location. "Seemed like the Draig had everything we could want. Enough difficulty getting there to deter the uninvited, views that can't be topped, and the height of the world to announce our love to. Y'know, run of the mill wedding things." Right up there with arriving to the alter as wind or after an aerial display from demidads.
Smirking at the supposed permission, he just shakes his head, as if delight in murder is nothing to bat an eye at. When it comes to the shorts though, his answering snicker behind his grin is utterly pleased. "Might be hard to find this exact one, since the season is over, but maaaaybe if you're nice to me I can sniff out a pair for you." He holds his head a bit higher, feeling superior in the moment for all his ties to the merch undergound.
Of course he should have known drowning would loop back around to last Longnight's escapades, and all feelings of standing on high crumble in an instant. He rolls his eyes faintly, but smartly chooses to do or say no more, despite the urge to point out she could not possibly have drowned in six seconds. "Yeah and? Supposed to learn from your mistakes, I thought," he grumbles, watching the line to ensure it stays untangled as they move it to the surf.
Joining her fully in the water after the initial shock of the chill washes over him, acclimating faster than it seems given the season since the coast is still temperate, he swims out with one hand cutting through the water and the other ferrying the buoy line. "Ludo would be proud!" he commends, shaking water off his head after dipping beneath a wave. They swim out past the breaking surf, where the sea rolls beneath instead of roars above, and there they begin to fasten the lines into place, anchors below arranged in advance for some such measures, although he doubts the intention had ever been for them to be used in jousting lanes. It requires him to dive down, reaching below to grab the sturdy cord attached to the immobile weight. "So," he calls out after breaking back to surface and securing one section, 'waling' down the line of rope to the next region. "How're things with you and the Halo guy?"
The role may sound unnecessary, but there is a list of shitty people not invited and dragons to contend with. Although he rather thinks her fathers will sort out the latter. "Mmhm," he nods, glad to hear at least they still seem to be of the same mind on location. "Seemed like the Draig had everything we could want. Enough difficulty getting there to deter the uninvited, views that can't be topped, and the height of the world to announce our love to. Y'know, run of the mill wedding things." Right up there with arriving to the alter as wind or after an aerial display from demidads.
Smirking at the supposed permission, he just shakes his head, as if delight in murder is nothing to bat an eye at. When it comes to the shorts though, his answering snicker behind his grin is utterly pleased. "Might be hard to find this exact one, since the season is over, but maaaaybe if you're nice to me I can sniff out a pair for you." He holds his head a bit higher, feeling superior in the moment for all his ties to the merch undergound.
Of course he should have known drowning would loop back around to last Longnight's escapades, and all feelings of standing on high crumble in an instant. He rolls his eyes faintly, but smartly chooses to do or say no more, despite the urge to point out she could not possibly have drowned in six seconds. "Yeah and? Supposed to learn from your mistakes, I thought," he grumbles, watching the line to ensure it stays untangled as they move it to the surf.
Joining her fully in the water after the initial shock of the chill washes over him, acclimating faster than it seems given the season since the coast is still temperate, he swims out with one hand cutting through the water and the other ferrying the buoy line. "Ludo would be proud!" he commends, shaking water off his head after dipping beneath a wave. They swim out past the breaking surf, where the sea rolls beneath instead of roars above, and there they begin to fasten the lines into place, anchors below arranged in advance for some such measures, although he doubts the intention had ever been for them to be used in jousting lanes. It requires him to dive down, reaching below to grab the sturdy cord attached to the immobile weight. "So," he calls out after breaking back to surface and securing one section, 'waling' down the line of rope to the next region. "How're things with you and the Halo guy?"
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
