If we're being honest, Koa had waffled as to whether he should accept the offer of a place to stay the night - mostly because the alternative was the House of Midnight, and boy did that sound like a good time. In the end he'd succumbed to the age old adage of bros before hoes, agreeing to help Tal decorate (though not without some lingering gazes in Hawthorn's direction, promising a future visit). The Courier had seemed like he needed a friend very, very slightly more than Koa needed a lay.
By the time they reach the little house Pip's fur is predictably full of snowballs; balefully she chirps to Boreal for help getting them out. Koa shakes his head at her, sighing at her predictably chaotic nature. "Deal!" he laughs from behind the armfuls of boughs and decor he's insisted on carrying, squeezing in after the dragon brigade.
Koa deposits his wares on an entryway table before stooping down to remove his boots and outerwear. Only after depositing them neatly wherever Tal delegates does he step in fully, his almond eyes eagerly perusing the home. "It's so... cozy," the Dragoon settles on wistfully, and the half-smile on his face is just a little sad. "Really feels like a home." Something he doesn't have right now.
Maybe won't have again.
By the time they reach the little house Pip's fur is predictably full of snowballs; balefully she chirps to Boreal for help getting them out. Koa shakes his head at her, sighing at her predictably chaotic nature. "Deal!" he laughs from behind the armfuls of boughs and decor he's insisted on carrying, squeezing in after the dragon brigade.
Koa deposits his wares on an entryway table before stooping down to remove his boots and outerwear. Only after depositing them neatly wherever Tal delegates does he step in fully, his almond eyes eagerly perusing the home. "It's so... cozy," the Dragoon settles on wistfully, and the half-smile on his face is just a little sad. "Really feels like a home." Something he doesn't have right now.
Maybe won't have again.
