Stop the world

Koa

Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake
Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

Pip meets Spice's croon with one of her own, the older dragon indeed familiar with the experience of a human in crisis. The difference between them being, of course, that Pipsqueak and Koa have already gone through the stages of grief these past few months. They've raged and shaken and come to terms with things, and now they at least have a clear idea of what's happened, even if they're not sure what's to come. None of this is new anymore- that is, until Flora says:

"—pregnant—"

...Pregnant....?

Pregnant?!

Blood rushes out of Koa's face as that word spins wildly around his head, pinballing through the empty space where coherent thoughts had been. Pregnant-- Copper eyes as wide as saucers turn down to where Flora just heaved, as that dangerous word snags against a thread and tugs, threatening to unravel the fabric of his reality.

Flora's pregnant?

Is it his?

"I-- you-- how----" He's 404'ing. It's all too much. Muscle memory has him wrapping his arms around Flora, but he's too busy short-circuiting to meet her eyes. He's going to be a father--- no, he doesn't know that. But Flora - and a child, with everything how it is---?

But Flora's speaking again, mumbling something against his thundering chest that Koa only just makes out. And even when he does, it takes a second to process this new twist, and then he's really confused. "Wait- Soh's pregnant?" the boy asks, grasping Flora by the shoulders and pushing her far enough away that she can see his hopelessly bewildered face. Brows shouldn't be able to furrow this much, but what Koa's capable of doing with his body has always defied the odds. "I thought you meant you--"

And then the other shoe drops. "Wait. Soh's pregnant?"

Who the fuck fucked Soh?

If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat