In any case, he had been awoken from a peaceful nap under the shade of a tree, curled up on his side as sunlight filtered through the leaves, giving him the perfect place to nap, that is, until his dearest ‘friends’ rudely awoke him. Kaiser, still out of it, let his friends drag his tall, lanky body to whatever destination they deemed important enough to wake him up, still trying to wake up. Sleep wanted to claim him as its own, and it was hard to keep his eyes open.
Then suddenly, he went from a quiet nook in the school’s courtyard to a large exhibition hall, a soft hum of chatter floating into his ears. The redhead blinked blearily several times, letting out a yawn as his friends talked, though he couldn’t really understand them, especially when they all talked at once. He may have been speaking, reading, and writing in english for a year now, but it still perplexed him and confused him when it was all at once. Lord knows if he’d ever get used to it. But the plus side of that was that he could block out their words and let himself focus. It took him a couple seconds to recognize the bright colored hair in the photos, but when he did, he sucked in a breath.
These were photos, of him. Most of them were candid, him in mundane places at mundane times, but they were dynamic, and there was a softness to him that reminded him of daydreams. And then there were ones of him when he was in competitions, and those were powerful, vibrant, demanding of attention. He could pick out where each of these were held, and he could hear the music he danced to easily, the tune changing with each photo. These were... amazing, and whoever took them was a genius with a talent for finding beauty, especially considering the fact that the only eye-catching part of him was his shock of unruly red hair. Kaiser wondered who took these, who had this special eye of catching beauty.
He didn’t have to wonder long, because one of his friends whacked his arm several times to get his attention, pointing out a boy in the distance, a boy with hair and eyes that reminded him of the reflection of the sky against clear water. The breath left his lungs momentarily, stunned by how... enchanting he was. Kaiser’s feet carried him, easily tuning out the words of his friends, drawn to the pretty stranger across the way. His long legs made the trek easy, and quick, and soon he was before him, studying his features, taking a moment to look at the photograph in front of him.
“You took these pictures?” he asked, jumping the gun, German accent thick on his tongue. “They’re very pretty... er... “ his brows furrowed for a moment, sifting through the words in his head, trying to find the translated term for ätherisch. He sighed, not wanting to think about it any more. “Day-dreamy, like I just woke up and I’m still in my dreams. I like them. “ His lips quirked upwards into a small smile. “The pictures of me are very nice. I don’t look like a ‘giant cave-dwelling troll’, as my sister would say.”