the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
Mel's mind could perhaps be summed up just in these two topics alone, murder and food. "We haven't really talked about food," he says with a sudden gasp of realization of something else to be deciding on. "I'm sure we can cart up whatever on the skyships and make it up there. Or hire some caterers to do just that. Won't be cheap with the distance and the danger and all..." he muses, wondering if he should be asking Ronin to cook instead of fly his daughter around in a skyshow. "Although we have talked about transporting everyone in party skyships," he tacks on, since transporting food is on the same level of worry as transporting the guests.
"Clearly you know nothing about fashion," Kaisel groans back at her attempt. "These are Longheat season shorts. You can't just have the same merch out all the time, no matter where you live. It's called style Melita, gods." Obviously there's already a new Deepfrost line, but he wouldn't be caught dead working in the lastest season's fit. That's for parties and dates.
"Wha—" he shouts over the surf at her, fighting the waves as much as the disbelief. "You're the one throwing stones! I'm actively trying not to drown anyone!" The glass house can kick rocks at this rate.
She's far enough away that he can't catch the burn on her cheeks, and he would attribute it to the exertion if he had. However, the way she talks changes in an instant, suddenly so proper and prim. "Ooo0000ooooh!" he teases daringly, taking a moment to plump one cheek with a hand as if feigning to be a cute girl preparing for a date. "Mel has a booooyfriend all to herself in the dark of the night?! Scandalous. I hope to gods I don't run into you two fucking on the beach, I'd be scarred for life." Fastening more of the line to anchors, the first lane seems set, requiring the second bundle they brought with them to be drug out. This is easier said than done, since htey need to measure three Kaisel arm-lengths apart and he's using said arms to stay afloat.
"Clearly you know nothing about fashion," Kaisel groans back at her attempt. "These are Longheat season shorts. You can't just have the same merch out all the time, no matter where you live. It's called style Melita, gods." Obviously there's already a new Deepfrost line, but he wouldn't be caught dead working in the lastest season's fit. That's for parties and dates.
"Wha—" he shouts over the surf at her, fighting the waves as much as the disbelief. "You're the one throwing stones! I'm actively trying not to drown anyone!" The glass house can kick rocks at this rate.
She's far enough away that he can't catch the burn on her cheeks, and he would attribute it to the exertion if he had. However, the way she talks changes in an instant, suddenly so proper and prim. "Ooo0000ooooh!" he teases daringly, taking a moment to plump one cheek with a hand as if feigning to be a cute girl preparing for a date. "Mel has a booooyfriend all to herself in the dark of the night?! Scandalous. I hope to gods I don't run into you two fucking on the beach, I'd be scarred for life." Fastening more of the line to anchors, the first lane seems set, requiring the second bundle they brought with them to be drug out. This is easier said than done, since htey need to measure three Kaisel arm-lengths apart and he's using said arms to stay afloat.
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
