Oh, they were both definitely pretty and Tal ducked his head to admire the bracelet some more, trying to keep his flush from being too obvious. He always put his foot in his mouth around the blindingly pretty ones so it was only a matter of time before he did it with these two. He just got so flustered!
Luckily Koa was there to not only offer great gift advice, but to distract him from his own spinning thoughts. The courier glanced up, brows pulling together in an empathetic grimace of his own as he read between some lines that maybe the Dragoon's love life wasn't quite as carefree as he'd always assumed. No one made that kind of expression without a good reason, at least. But he accepted the explanation without question and then had to cough to hide the laugh that threatened to strangle him as his friend turned back to Thorn.
Even Tal, oblivious as he was, could eventually see the low-hanging fruit when it was large and pendulous enough to smack him in the face.
Make of that mental image what you will.
He looked at Thorn with a questioning tilt to his head like a dog asked an existential question, then made a quiet "Huh," of understanding. Given the courtesan's profession it made sense in hindsight, but--
Wait. Was Koa making his innuendo at Thorn?
...oooooooooh.
"Hey, I'll just get this paid for," he offered. "How 'bout I meet y'guys at the li'l coffee boat a couple stops down? Thorn, y'know th'one? Ol' Curly's place?"
Luckily Koa was there to not only offer great gift advice, but to distract him from his own spinning thoughts. The courier glanced up, brows pulling together in an empathetic grimace of his own as he read between some lines that maybe the Dragoon's love life wasn't quite as carefree as he'd always assumed. No one made that kind of expression without a good reason, at least. But he accepted the explanation without question and then had to cough to hide the laugh that threatened to strangle him as his friend turned back to Thorn.
Even Tal, oblivious as he was, could eventually see the low-hanging fruit when it was large and pendulous enough to smack him in the face.
Make of that mental image what you will.
He looked at Thorn with a questioning tilt to his head like a dog asked an existential question, then made a quiet "Huh," of understanding. Given the courtesan's profession it made sense in hindsight, but--
Wait. Was Koa making his innuendo at Thorn?
...oooooooooh.
"Hey, I'll just get this paid for," he offered. "How 'bout I meet y'guys at the li'l coffee boat a couple stops down? Thorn, y'know th'one? Ol' Curly's place?"
