You're the caffeine in my coffee cup

Kaisel

The great clatter of chaos behind him demands he turn and look, much like the rule of the world that you have to look into any window you pass. It's not a choice, the body just does it, same as breathing. He doesn't want to see it, truly. He's certain it'll reveal an even angrier witch and assure him a much more imminent death, spoken with hope or not.

Instead, he watches the shutter tumble off the house, delivering a giddy sense of triumph. He had to look back over his shoulder at all this, and by the time he straightens his head out, he's abruptly snapping to a stop. A nonsensical shout of surprise goes up as his hands windmill and his ass tips back, trying to heave momentum the opposite way before he crashes directly into the woodsman. It's enough to slow him, but he still collides into the man's chest, bouncing back a touch.

Glancing up with an apology that loses out to worry, Kaisel reaches up to grab hold of the stranger's arms, tugging anxiously at his shirt sleeves. "Pleasemister!" he begs in that rushed, choking way that makes it hard to discern what he's saying. "The witch!" he manages to get out better, the frantic thrum of his thoughts trying to untangle themselves. "The witch his coming, and she wants me dead!"

And when the day broke, buried in violence
Somethin' made my mind up
I could do this with my eyes closed