Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
His lips flap around the raspberry he blows at the query, his best impression of a horse. "Whoever needs it. In fact, sometimes you have to kick the ass of the very people you love." His eyebrows reach high as he glances down for her reaction at that very mindblowing bit of wisdom. "For instance," he continues, pointer finger held aloft as if conducting the flow of this conversation for them. "I once had to fight my dad because he was letting all the little things that mattered to my mom slip. Anniversary gifts, routine flowers, a moment to eat with her in the morning..." He shakes his head, finger tutting back and forth. "Work had been a lot for him, but he was taking her for granted, and it was wearing on her. But I talked some sense into him." It's been a spar, but he had successfully roundhoused his dad's thigh, so basically the same.
"Then of course there was the Family. Not to be confused with your actual family. This was space Family, and they were mean." He seems to catch himself as the flowers are passed along, and he tilts his head, gaze narrowing with some suspicion. "Has your mom told you about them yet?" Although the list of things Charlie minds seems to be rather short, he doesn't intent to be on the receiving end of any ass kicking from her. He has enough blondes bullying him in his life. It's only one, but the enough part remains true, and Spice definitely seems like a blonde.
Ducking under a stray wing that flaps at the stall they get to next, Kaisel points out the several prepared chicken breasts he'd like to take home. "Oh, right," he says sheepishly as his focus drops back down to her while the meat is packaged. "We could always make ice cream soup." He offers that thought like it isn't the first time he's had it, but at her suggestion of brownies he snaps his fingers with an easy delight. "We have brownie ingredients. We can totes make some."
"Then of course there was the Family. Not to be confused with your actual family. This was space Family, and they were mean." He seems to catch himself as the flowers are passed along, and he tilts his head, gaze narrowing with some suspicion. "Has your mom told you about them yet?" Although the list of things Charlie minds seems to be rather short, he doesn't intent to be on the receiving end of any ass kicking from her. He has enough blondes bullying him in his life. It's only one, but the enough part remains true, and Spice definitely seems like a blonde.
Ducking under a stray wing that flaps at the stall they get to next, Kaisel points out the several prepared chicken breasts he'd like to take home. "Oh, right," he says sheepishly as his focus drops back down to her while the meat is packaged. "We could always make ice cream soup." He offers that thought like it isn't the first time he's had it, but at her suggestion of brownies he snaps his fingers with an easy delight. "We have brownie ingredients. We can totes make some."
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
