You're the caffeine in my coffee cup

Kaisel

"HOOOOOney I'M HOOOome!" The announcement bellows into the house the instant the door swings open, followed shortly by the sound of it slamming shut, kicked unceremoniously by the back of Kaisel's boot. He pauses at the threshold, kneeling over to unlace his boots and step out of them, the toe of either foot pulling down the heel for his process and then flinging them to the side with a wag of his foot. Sand spills free in greater quantities than feels acceptable, and Kaisel huffs down at it, making a mental note to come back and sweep up. Later. Although there's plenty of other sand, at a certain point they can't recreate the beach here and clean it up, and the desert's sand color and texture makes it immediately noticable in comparison, rudely calling him out just by being there.

"I don't know what Noe is doing there, but it sucks. Like imagine all the force when you're going down on me and your cheeks squish in with the pressure. It sucks more than that." He's calling out over his shoulder, swinging around to hang up his backpack near the door, one arm deep inside it as he searches for the little bag of sand he placed inside. Through the bond, he reaches out for her, not always able to feel her the moment they're in the house given it's size, so preparing himself to hunt her down if the spirits haven't already done so, or his noise.

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

He said "I bet you don't remember me"

Having come to Wildering House to check on Flora only to find that while she was alive and well (and hadn't been in the desert at all), that she was also just on her way out. Helping himself to a mug of tea before heading back to the Northaven, the shout from the front door carries cleanly through the house, and Remi is already on his way to greet his future son-in-law when the next part of what Kaisel says catches him halfway around the corner.

For a moment, Remi pauses and straightens the faded hem of his chambray shirt just out of sight, sea-glass eyes lowering in the sort of consideration usually reserved for things that require careful handling. He is not scandalized, having long since accepted that Flora is an adult with an adult life, and he has no interest in becoming the sort of father who makes that fact into a punishment. Still, there are details one does not necessarily expect to hear announced into the entryway with the same volume one might use to declare victory over a particularly good catch from the docks.

By the time he steps around the corner, his expression has arranged itself into something gentle and faintly curious, as though he has come upon Kaisel in the middle of explaining a mildly complicated recipe rather than whatever exactly this is. The sand scattered around the discarded boots earns the briefest glance before his attention lifts again, one brow rising in quiet, patient invitation. "Imagine when I do what?" Remi asks conversationally, tilting his head a little to one side. There is no sharpness in the question, no true disapproval hidden underneath it, only enough warm amusement in his eyes to make it abundantly clear that he has heard every word and intends, for at least the next few seconds, to be extremely interested in the answer.

and I said "only ever other memory"