No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
The look he shoots her instantly over his shoulder is twisted enough to make Picasso jealous. "Girl you sure you didn't get a rabbit shift with the way you leap to the most wild conclusions all the time?" His affront carries all the theater of someone who's fully aware of the joke but absolutely doesn't intend for it to get any breathing room. "Don't want either of you around," he mutters, more firmly jostling her through the water, air sucking past his teeth with the audacity of such a claim, even in jest. "Think you hit your head on the bottom of the pool, probably have to take you to the clinic now or at least splash healing water all over you." Much like an exorcism, it should be noted.
"The only change I wanna see is the scoreboard," he snorts, referring of course, to the household wins and losses, whereupon she and Spice (read unfair advantage) are winning by a long shot. The spirits occasionally back him up, but they're such a wild card he's loath to call them teammates, and Spice is clearly unswayable. Enzo and Mateo were his only hope on a good day, but their integrity for the spectacle is in line with the household spirits, which goes double for Enzo who he's almost certain recognizes some of the ones in the house from his time on the inside, y'know, with Mort.
"Is that right?" he hums with an interest that's too much, and it's perhaps her only hint, aside from the flare of amusement that betrays him through the bond, that she and the boobs he absolutely feels kissing his back should hold on. He clings to the idea of taking advantage of things and her preferring warm waters, even as they twirl and it strays into a future plan. Abruptly over talk of sharks, he shouts, "cold plunge this!" He says it as poorly as any CSI catch phrase just before springing up and dumping them both backwards into the water. The motion fully dunks her and himself below the surface, the pool erupting in another great swell of water and bubbles as he works to wriggle out of her perch through the surprise.
"The only change I wanna see is the scoreboard," he snorts, referring of course, to the household wins and losses, whereupon she and Spice (read unfair advantage) are winning by a long shot. The spirits occasionally back him up, but they're such a wild card he's loath to call them teammates, and Spice is clearly unswayable. Enzo and Mateo were his only hope on a good day, but their integrity for the spectacle is in line with the household spirits, which goes double for Enzo who he's almost certain recognizes some of the ones in the house from his time on the inside, y'know, with Mort.
"Is that right?" he hums with an interest that's too much, and it's perhaps her only hint, aside from the flare of amusement that betrays him through the bond, that she and the boobs he absolutely feels kissing his back should hold on. He clings to the idea of taking advantage of things and her preferring warm waters, even as they twirl and it strays into a future plan. Abruptly over talk of sharks, he shouts, "cold plunge this!" He says it as poorly as any CSI catch phrase just before springing up and dumping them both backwards into the water. The motion fully dunks her and himself below the surface, the pool erupting in another great swell of water and bubbles as he works to wriggle out of her perch through the surprise.
Kaisel
I'm a daredevil on the highway to hell
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
