Way too blessed to be stressed
Oblivious to the way he's slid beneath her skin, irritation a common participant on her expression, at least in his experience, Kaisel does not alter or caution himself. Dodging the seaweed that plops nearby from Mel's efforts, Kaisel grips his buoy line with one hand and clears the seaweed with the other, the sharp edge of the chakram sliding across it like scissors melting paper apart from a roll. Kicking his feet through the water and hauling himself along with his one hand, he glides down the line with ease, only stopping at each round, floating ball. When he gets there, he briefly vanishes beneath the water to unhook the lines from the buried anchors, so they can haul the entire cord in once more.
Popping back up after doing that with one, shaking his wet hair like a dog to clear the saltwater from his face, spitting it away from his lips, he glances over at her with consideration while the blade gets back to gnawing kelp. "Well, I didn't win, that's for sure, and it's a lot harder than I thought to stay seated on something so smooth fast." Which feels like the start of a dick joke, but he continues. "But, the encantado itself was friendly, if a bit unruly." Tame is a word he's not sure he would have used, although the owner seemed jovial and content enough to do so.
Departing briefly again, like a duck going ass up in the water, he pops up with another shake and sweep of water and hair. "Uh, what?" He's not entirely sure he's heard her right, because uncle's husband is already the start of something being stretched out, and rode a giant chicken feels like an ad lib result. "I have so many questions, you need to say more."
Popping back up after doing that with one, shaking his wet hair like a dog to clear the saltwater from his face, spitting it away from his lips, he glances over at her with consideration while the blade gets back to gnawing kelp. "Well, I didn't win, that's for sure, and it's a lot harder than I thought to stay seated on something so smooth fast." Which feels like the start of a dick joke, but he continues. "But, the encantado itself was friendly, if a bit unruly." Tame is a word he's not sure he would have used, although the owner seemed jovial and content enough to do so.
Departing briefly again, like a duck going ass up in the water, he pops up with another shake and sweep of water and hair. "Uh, what?" He's not entirely sure he's heard her right, because uncle's husband is already the start of something being stretched out, and rode a giant chicken feels like an ad lib result. "I have so many questions, you need to say more."
Kaisel
Enjoy the life, it's a great day to be alive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
