Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
"I didn't actually," he is quick to reply as mildly as he can, though his sense of decorum does not extend to failing to notice the display of her breast. Flora certainly hasn't become less attractive over time, and Koa's body and mind haven't become less responsive to the display of her delicate curves. Luckily his sunglasses hide his wandering eyes well enough, or he might be in for an eyeful of overripe fruit in addition to skin.
He raises his hands defensively at her sarcastic accusations, more wounded by the barb than he would have been were his heart and self-esteem not already raw. "Good to see you too," he mutters, his usual bright wit thoroughly and pitifully dimmed.
Hating the sound of his own voice in his ears, the Dragoon does his best to rally a little, shoving his hands into his pockets and forcing on a smile. "I take it you're not here for warts, since Mateo has a cream which clears them up, so... fruit salad with Frey?" Koa peers over her shoulder at the selection of suggestive produce, an eyebrow curiously raised.
He raises his hands defensively at her sarcastic accusations, more wounded by the barb than he would have been were his heart and self-esteem not already raw. "Good to see you too," he mutters, his usual bright wit thoroughly and pitifully dimmed.
Hating the sound of his own voice in his ears, the Dragoon does his best to rally a little, shoving his hands into his pockets and forcing on a smile. "I take it you're not here for warts, since Mateo has a cream which clears them up, so... fruit salad with Frey?" Koa peers over her shoulder at the selection of suggestive produce, an eyebrow curiously raised.
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
