Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
"Then a glamping we shall go," he decrees without much further thought given to the differences between the two. One had already been deemed non-negotiable and that seemed fairly iron-clad. He knows how seriously Flora takes her pillows.
There is no immediate sense of what is about to occur, not entirely. The wickedness that glistens amid the thrum of want between them feels only additive rather than consuming, like edible gold flecks in a liquor that elevates it to something more. Mischief is not an indicator with Flora, it's practically default.
He finds out in short order that the shimmer isn't merely decorative. "Hey!" His voice is startled to action by the abrupt loss of her. He sits up quickly, arms casting about suddenly for balance, one brushing past her departing figure, which leaves him with nothing more than a bewildered sway of netting and a very obvious boner. "Fl0ruh!" He hisses her name with a quiet and sharp haste. His gaze narrows and swings about, attempting to locate any subtle shift that might give her away, while the rest of him works towards the edge of the hammock and tries not to be reintroduced to the ground in the process. "Flura," he softly shouts, catching a nearby hammock pair (hammockers?) staring directly at him. He smiles and waves before turning away, features at once dropping the put on nicities for the tactical battle he knows he's now embroiled in.
Getting to his feet, one arm awkwardly held across his crotch, Kaisel starts to slink about, his other hand sometimes wildly swinging out in an attempt to grab hold of her. Flooooooorah, he sings in her mind, the sound pairing well with the grin that's creeping in despite the focus. I'm going to assume you're eaded to the ship! He orients himself to head that way as well, trying not to catch the eye of anyone he knows as he does whatever pace the step below speed walking is.
There is no immediate sense of what is about to occur, not entirely. The wickedness that glistens amid the thrum of want between them feels only additive rather than consuming, like edible gold flecks in a liquor that elevates it to something more. Mischief is not an indicator with Flora, it's practically default.
He finds out in short order that the shimmer isn't merely decorative. "Hey!" His voice is startled to action by the abrupt loss of her. He sits up quickly, arms casting about suddenly for balance, one brushing past her departing figure, which leaves him with nothing more than a bewildered sway of netting and a very obvious boner. "Fl0ruh!" He hisses her name with a quiet and sharp haste. His gaze narrows and swings about, attempting to locate any subtle shift that might give her away, while the rest of him works towards the edge of the hammock and tries not to be reintroduced to the ground in the process. "Flura," he softly shouts, catching a nearby hammock pair (hammockers?) staring directly at him. He smiles and waves before turning away, features at once dropping the put on nicities for the tactical battle he knows he's now embroiled in.
Getting to his feet, one arm awkwardly held across his crotch, Kaisel starts to slink about, his other hand sometimes wildly swinging out in an attempt to grab hold of her. Flooooooorah, he sings in her mind, the sound pairing well with the grin that's creeping in despite the focus. I'm going to assume you're eaded to the ship! He orients himself to head that way as well, trying not to catch the eye of anyone he knows as he does whatever pace the step below speed walking is.
It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on the floor
It's just your shadow on the floor
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
