♚ 𝗿𝗮𝗰∙𝗰𝗼𝗻∙𝘁𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗲
(noun) raconteur-euse || a gifted storyteller, able to spin amusing tales from everyday life. a person who tells anecdotes in a skilful and amusing way; a person proficient at yapping.
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𝗠𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗧 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Kaiser sighed for nth time, his hand dragging down his face in exasperation. The adrenaline rush from his most recent match finally wearing off and showing its side-effects as the built up fatigue of having spent majority of the day travelling abroad taunted him. A yawn shortly followed with repeated blinking in hopes to wash away the drowse that he couldn't seem to catch on the plane.
Once again, he exhaled and released a little puddle of fog, pouring his remaining strength on lifting up the collar of his black turtle neck that was layered beneath his beige trench coat, shielding his coral flushed skin from the early evening zephyr. His mind filled with haze as he lightly jogged on the spot, inducing a little adrenaline to help him contemplate his current dilemma. He frowned in thought as his lips pursed with perplexity, a great contrast to his usually composed and calculated manner during a game.
Did he really end up coming here empty handed? Well, to be fair there was a mountainous pile of gifts waiting at home but he held no patience, he just wanted to be in the presence of the beauteous psyche again. Kaiser was a hard-core aesthete after all, and a lover of beauty was usually a fool, one that acted solely on emotions, ignoring his rationality and basing life off of his feelings. It was ironic to think about really, a man that embodied perfection and coherence was overthinking like a high school girl in love. He ran his fingers through his layered hair and shook the useless thoughts plaguing his mind.
