Kaisel
The moment he's greeted with the unexpected face, Kaisel has to fight back the abrupt laugh that tries to flee his throat. This is accomplished with an exaggerated pucker of his lips, humor briefly puffing out his cheeks before he sucks it back down, the crease of his mouth curling long and wide up his face. It's the moustache that's sending him into orbit.
The distraction of celebration is ever a hook for Kaisel's attention. It drags up, mouth popping open slightly with the tilt of his head, mirth faltering to a different sort of enjoyment. Holding his hands up like every dumb bitch does in a romcom when it starts raining, he chuckles up at the colorful flutter of confetti descending to gild his accomplishments. Bits of it dapple his palms as his gaze sinks back to dapper!Remi. "Extremely good look for you," he ventures the moment he's met with the moustache again. "You should try for that in the waking world." Who knows, Ronin might like his chimney swept.
Easily goaded into pride, Kaisel can only beam as a figurative gold star is handed over, and with it the keys to the city hot air balloon. He leans faintly to peer around Remi's tailored shoulder to properly take in the gestured prize. "Age before beauty," he recommends, bowing subtly at the waist, a boy no more and decorated in the velvet coattails of a more noble man, which fiercely competes with the worn goggles pushed against his forehead that inspire the frequent piloting of someone too low in station.
The distraction of celebration is ever a hook for Kaisel's attention. It drags up, mouth popping open slightly with the tilt of his head, mirth faltering to a different sort of enjoyment. Holding his hands up like every dumb bitch does in a romcom when it starts raining, he chuckles up at the colorful flutter of confetti descending to gild his accomplishments. Bits of it dapple his palms as his gaze sinks back to dapper!Remi. "Extremely good look for you," he ventures the moment he's met with the moustache again. "You should try for that in the waking world." Who knows, Ronin might like his chimney swept.
Easily goaded into pride, Kaisel can only beam as a figurative gold star is handed over, and with it the keys to the city hot air balloon. He leans faintly to peer around Remi's tailored shoulder to properly take in the gestured prize. "Age before beauty," he recommends, bowing subtly at the waist, a boy no more and decorated in the velvet coattails of a more noble man, which fiercely competes with the worn goggles pushed against his forehead that inspire the frequent piloting of someone too low in station.
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
