Kaisel
"Better than gummy worms?" Kaisel wonders with such forceful confusion that it's apparent he can't imagine something like that being possible. He is not left long in his puzzled state before Remi's meaning becomes clear, because yes, the only thing better than a gummy worm is a giant gummy worm. "WHOA!" Kaisel declares with a level of awe usually kept for the gods. He scrambles quickly to his feet, the movement feeling dragged and delayed, and yet equally, he's up before he even realizes it. His eyes are too wide to stay in their sockets as he approaches the magnificence Remi has crafted. "I didn't know you could do that! You should open a candy shop."
He only lifts his gaze off the incredible heft of gummy worm to sincerely let his suggestion land on Remi. There's enough conviction behind the idea that he might be willing to get into an argument with the Bastion if he does anything less than agree, if only because the world deserves this level of gummy worm in it on the daily.
Abandoning the sight of Remi for the worm, Kaisel reaches out to poke it, testing. The gelatinous skin wriggles away from his touch like horse hide twitching beneath a fly, and all at once the worms head (which is opposite of where Kaisel thought it would be), twists around towards him with a wrinkled frown. "Hey!" it demands with all the indignation colorful sugar and a long body can muster. "That tickles!" Kaisel jerks back, cheeks burning with a red apology and a newfound worry that all the small sized gummy worms are just underdeveloped and therefore unable to speak. "What've you done?" he accuses Remi with a tight breath, because perhaps Remi could make something like this, but now the question is, should he have?
He only lifts his gaze off the incredible heft of gummy worm to sincerely let his suggestion land on Remi. There's enough conviction behind the idea that he might be willing to get into an argument with the Bastion if he does anything less than agree, if only because the world deserves this level of gummy worm in it on the daily.
Abandoning the sight of Remi for the worm, Kaisel reaches out to poke it, testing. The gelatinous skin wriggles away from his touch like horse hide twitching beneath a fly, and all at once the worms head (which is opposite of where Kaisel thought it would be), twists around towards him with a wrinkled frown. "Hey!" it demands with all the indignation colorful sugar and a long body can muster. "That tickles!" Kaisel jerks back, cheeks burning with a red apology and a newfound worry that all the small sized gummy worms are just underdeveloped and therefore unable to speak. "What've you done?" he accuses Remi with a tight breath, because perhaps Remi could make something like this, but now the question is, should he have?
And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
