Koa
Well, Mateo takes the whole thing quite well- not how Koa might have reacted, had it been his little sister, but then again the Dragoon doesn't actually have any siblings to be protective of. The anxiety melts from his grin, becoming closer to a normal doesn't-matter-had-sex expression when Mateo clinks his glass. "Might've," he admits ruefully when asked about a slap, reaching up to rub his cheek as though he can still feel the ghost of her hand there.
Raising his glass up again, he offers one last cheers. "To bad decisions, eh?" Koa laughs before downing the remainder of his cocktail, the weird herbal taste buzzing harshly in his throat. He leans his elbow on the counter, head on his hand as he gazes speculatively at Mateo. "Night's still young and all that- what do you say we make some more?"
Raising his glass up again, he offers one last cheers. "To bad decisions, eh?" Koa laughs before downing the remainder of his cocktail, the weird herbal taste buzzing harshly in his throat. He leans his elbow on the counter, head on his hand as he gazes speculatively at Mateo. "Night's still young and all that- what do you say we make some more?"
it struck me that the two of us could run
