No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
He didn't know it was possible for the words I love you too to be so unreassuring as that, but Flora manages to turn a declaration of affection into terror. Fresh dread prickles through him, and his next step hesitates, wondering if maybe his best bet isn't just staying in the middle of the pool at this point. He might have looked back over his shoulder to fully consider it, but taking his eyes off Flora for even a second right now seems most unwise.
Still attempting to reason with the adoring wife buried somewhere inside this supervillain, Kaisel carefully ventures his voice out again. "Rooooo..." The call is gentle, as if volume alone could be a trigger that makes her snap. He freezes as she turns, tumsea shuddering against him as his grip tightens on its sides. At first, he can only offer up a nervous, broken laugh at her question. Spice's chilly exhale offers no encouragement that it's a joke however, and he swallows down all his noise abruptly with a gulp.
She moves like a woman possessed as she takes out the jar. He's half-tempted to point out that's sticky, not slippery, but aside from the fact that correcting her in this moment would be an immediate death sentence, he's not entirely convinced she didn't choose that exactly for that reason. "Babe, be reasonable," he pleads, but his heart isn't in it, quite certain she's past the point of reaching with words.
Taking the only option he feels is left to him, the one behind door number three, he takes one large step further in and then dives forward. The tumsea held up to his chest serves as a barrier for the ice as he hits the floor with it, skimming against the kitchen rink as his (limited) momentum carries him onward. His weight, and the bouncy quality of the air trapped inside the tumsea, threaten to unseat him at first, and the 'sled' is precarious at best, especially in the hands of such an untrained sledder. "You'll never take me alive!" he shouts as he goes, which is all he gets out before spectacularly wiping out far too near the kitchen witch.
Still attempting to reason with the adoring wife buried somewhere inside this supervillain, Kaisel carefully ventures his voice out again. "Rooooo..." The call is gentle, as if volume alone could be a trigger that makes her snap. He freezes as she turns, tumsea shuddering against him as his grip tightens on its sides. At first, he can only offer up a nervous, broken laugh at her question. Spice's chilly exhale offers no encouragement that it's a joke however, and he swallows down all his noise abruptly with a gulp.
She moves like a woman possessed as she takes out the jar. He's half-tempted to point out that's sticky, not slippery, but aside from the fact that correcting her in this moment would be an immediate death sentence, he's not entirely convinced she didn't choose that exactly for that reason. "Babe, be reasonable," he pleads, but his heart isn't in it, quite certain she's past the point of reaching with words.
Taking the only option he feels is left to him, the one behind door number three, he takes one large step further in and then dives forward. The tumsea held up to his chest serves as a barrier for the ice as he hits the floor with it, skimming against the kitchen rink as his (limited) momentum carries him onward. His weight, and the bouncy quality of the air trapped inside the tumsea, threaten to unseat him at first, and the 'sled' is precarious at best, especially in the hands of such an untrained sledder. "You'll never take me alive!" he shouts as he goes, which is all he gets out before spectacularly wiping out far too near the kitchen witch.
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
