the rumpus and ruckus are comfortable now
Deciding sanity is worth more than trying to educate Melita on fashion, he doesn't pursue her response any further than an eye roll, the work at hand taking them away to the sea anyhow. Fortunately for him, Flora has never once questioned his tendencies for collections, and her sense of fashion is irrefutable. He hasn't had to do much explaining or defending in that realm.
Although her yawn leaves him with a hollow sense of victory, preferring things like, you're right or by Safrin's light you're the best! He will take the failure to reengage as something, and it allows him to secure the line without distraction until the image of her being caught having sex on the beach that isn't a drink makes him almost gag. That could also just be the seawater that trounces him unexpectedly.
Already grinning with the expectation of her annoyance and embarrassment, he's surprised instead to hear what sounds like a hidden compliment. "Awww, Mel," he says with both hands clutching at his heart, head briefly dipping underwater in the process, such is the effort of showmanship. He surfaces with a shake of his head, reorienting himself properly, grin still rampant. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," he calls out, and it's hilarious that it was technically said to Flora, apparently more than once. "In that case, I hope you two have a great time." Flattery would in fact get you everywhere with Kaisel, even when you try to use it as a backhanded weapon, because he latches onto it instead of the sting.
"Eh, let's just guesstimate," he suggests, three-Kaisel lengths already having been a stab in the dark of jousting rules and regulations. He begins to take his end and swim further out so they can rinse and repeat.
Although her yawn leaves him with a hollow sense of victory, preferring things like, you're right or by Safrin's light you're the best! He will take the failure to reengage as something, and it allows him to secure the line without distraction until the image of her being caught having sex on the beach that isn't a drink makes him almost gag. That could also just be the seawater that trounces him unexpectedly.
Already grinning with the expectation of her annoyance and embarrassment, he's surprised instead to hear what sounds like a hidden compliment. "Awww, Mel," he says with both hands clutching at his heart, head briefly dipping underwater in the process, such is the effort of showmanship. He surfaces with a shake of his head, reorienting himself properly, grin still rampant. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," he calls out, and it's hilarious that it was technically said to Flora, apparently more than once. "In that case, I hope you two have a great time." Flattery would in fact get you everywhere with Kaisel, even when you try to use it as a backhanded weapon, because he latches onto it instead of the sting.
"Eh, let's just guesstimate," he suggests, three-Kaisel lengths already having been a stab in the dark of jousting rules and regulations. He begins to take his end and swim further out so they can rinse and repeat.
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
