Kaisel
A loud, deep laugh answers her statement at once, the reality of it landing too cleanly. "Oh absolutely," he concurs, glancing back at her. "Girls have cooties, everyone knows. Even now." Awkwardly, he shuffle-runs under a vine, avoiding being clotheslined by the cord of plant. "But, you're also pretty cool, and kid me would have taken the risk to get in on that kind of temperature." Might have done it via blowing spitballs at her when she wasn't looking, and pulling her hair, and trying to trip her in the mud, but still. "The s'mores would for sure have baited me. I mean, why do you think I'm here today?" Copious amounts of sugar would always be one of his weaknesses.
Coming to a breathless halt, given the sudden need to spring the rest of the way here, Kaisel proudly surveys the agreed upon campsite as if he has just discovered this land all his own and not read tips from a map. "It's perfect," he deems, working opposite of her hands to noodle himself out of the straps as his backpack is set down. "So," he prods, crouching down to unzip the pack, pausing only to glance expectantly up at her. "How far was it? Leave the Greatwood far, because if we could put these all around in Torchline, I'd be so down to collect hella rocks." Torchlight has nothing on glowing rocks.
Reaching in to hoist up their supplies, he begins to unload them in rapid succession into her hands, including sets of pillows that he flings up with gusto, passing off his intentional aim for her face as nothing more than exuberant unpacking. "I knew a kid once who ate one to see if his poop would glow." he adds as an aside.
Coming to a breathless halt, given the sudden need to spring the rest of the way here, Kaisel proudly surveys the agreed upon campsite as if he has just discovered this land all his own and not read tips from a map. "It's perfect," he deems, working opposite of her hands to noodle himself out of the straps as his backpack is set down. "So," he prods, crouching down to unzip the pack, pausing only to glance expectantly up at her. "How far was it? Leave the Greatwood far, because if we could put these all around in Torchline, I'd be so down to collect hella rocks." Torchlight has nothing on glowing rocks.
Reaching in to hoist up their supplies, he begins to unload them in rapid succession into her hands, including sets of pillows that he flings up with gusto, passing off his intentional aim for her face as nothing more than exuberant unpacking. "I knew a kid once who ate one to see if his poop would glow." he adds as an aside.
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
