No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
Much as he'd love to keep hold of the thread that pretends her icing plan is anything short of devious, everything is rapidly unraveling around him. He doesn't have time to weave her into the trap of an obvious lie, not when her fingers are sewing chaos just behind him, each extension a threat to pull apart his every seam.
His retreat over the pavement is marked with a dark trail of dripping water, which is ominously dwarfed by the start of Flora's pursuit. She lurches after him, all classic horror villain style without even trying, somehow moving in slow motion (thank you waterlogged winter wear), and yet too close for comfort even when he does everything he can to stretch out distance between them. "Stop tickling then!" he calls back, voice properly curdling with all the strain of a victim losing space to run.
Despite the genuine wariness and the thrill of adrenaline setting every ticklish nerve on end, the bond a stiff and prickly thing where he tries to stave her off with every fiber of his being, a smile slants across part of his face. She looks ridiculous in the best way possible as she stalks her soggy ass towards him, laying out demands like they're a flush that'll win her the round. "Oooh, so I've been a bad boy?" he taunts, unable to resist the bait even if it's an angler fish waving it around.
Abruptly, she transitions into a new age villain, all speed and mind fuckery. Kaisel's lapse of joy falls off into an instant shout of alarm as he turns to finalize his exit, reaching for one of the tumsea floaties to fling it back at her. "It's not a negotiation, it's a prom—" All his motion suspends in an instant when another Flora stands before him, drenched in an entirely different way. He's still half crouched, mid-reach, when he first sees the replay of her this morning. Admittedly, it's not his first time visiting the memory today, but this one is far more captivating. Slowly, he starts to stand, though his jaw remains closer to the floor, intent on brushing over the full length of her with his attention. It's not so long as it seems before he catches himself, but it's long enough for Flora to catch him.
Her fingers spear into his sides with a ruthlessness he knows too well. His entire body twists and jolts forward, seizing in an instant and toppling quite spectacularly into the tumsea floaties with a squeal of indignation. "FL00RUH!"
Shells and flippers erupt upward in a squeaky complaint at the sudden weight, one shooting up and abandoning him entirely, forcing him to shrimp onto the ground in a heap of laughter that verges on a scream. "Don't don'tdont'don't, I'm punished!"
His retreat over the pavement is marked with a dark trail of dripping water, which is ominously dwarfed by the start of Flora's pursuit. She lurches after him, all classic horror villain style without even trying, somehow moving in slow motion (thank you waterlogged winter wear), and yet too close for comfort even when he does everything he can to stretch out distance between them. "Stop tickling then!" he calls back, voice properly curdling with all the strain of a victim losing space to run.
Despite the genuine wariness and the thrill of adrenaline setting every ticklish nerve on end, the bond a stiff and prickly thing where he tries to stave her off with every fiber of his being, a smile slants across part of his face. She looks ridiculous in the best way possible as she stalks her soggy ass towards him, laying out demands like they're a flush that'll win her the round. "Oooh, so I've been a bad boy?" he taunts, unable to resist the bait even if it's an angler fish waving it around.
Abruptly, she transitions into a new age villain, all speed and mind fuckery. Kaisel's lapse of joy falls off into an instant shout of alarm as he turns to finalize his exit, reaching for one of the tumsea floaties to fling it back at her. "It's not a negotiation, it's a prom—" All his motion suspends in an instant when another Flora stands before him, drenched in an entirely different way. He's still half crouched, mid-reach, when he first sees the replay of her this morning. Admittedly, it's not his first time visiting the memory today, but this one is far more captivating. Slowly, he starts to stand, though his jaw remains closer to the floor, intent on brushing over the full length of her with his attention. It's not so long as it seems before he catches himself, but it's long enough for Flora to catch him.
Her fingers spear into his sides with a ruthlessness he knows too well. His entire body twists and jolts forward, seizing in an instant and toppling quite spectacularly into the tumsea floaties with a squeal of indignation. "FL00RUH!"
Shells and flippers erupt upward in a squeaky complaint at the sudden weight, one shooting up and abandoning him entirely, forcing him to shrimp onto the ground in a heap of laughter that verges on a scream. "Don't don'tdont'don't, I'm punished!"
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
