when I'm at the mall, security just can't fight them all
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
Florass eyes do a marvelous job of proving Koa right, staring daggers of brittle ice directly at the foolish Dragoon. He's steeled himself, though, nearly sunk as low as she in this mud-slinging festival of poorly-veiled insults, the mutual implosion of their relationship committed to by both children who think themselves such fully formed adults.
Maybe it'll be therapeutic? Y'know, get it off their chests.
Fairytales, huh? Once, the Dragoon had hoped for his own fairytale, had even thought that Flora might be cast in a princess role. But now? "Well, we already know you're a Queen, so I'd have to go with that." Smiling blandly, he tilts his head. "There's so many great stories with Queens in them, aren't there? Snow White, the Ice Queen, Rapunzel..."* Women anyone would want to be compared with, to be sure.
Koa is a marvelous dancer, and so it certainly isn't his fault that they're stuck in a game of bumper-bodies, stumbling as strangers sling elbows their way. On instinct he pulls Flora closer, turning his body and hunching his shoulder protectively as one particularly enthused man careens through the crowd. Shooting the offending stranger an aggrieved look before turning down to check on the Queen, he murmurs softly, "You okay?" It's genuine concern in his face and voice. For a second, he's forgotten that they're mad at each other.
It really ought to be romantic. They're just so bad at this.
Wonderful, darlings! Now that we've gotten to know each other, let's say one thing from today that we're grateful for!
*But, y'know. Caido versions.
Maybe it'll be therapeutic? Y'know, get it off their chests.
Fairytales, huh? Once, the Dragoon had hoped for his own fairytale, had even thought that Flora might be cast in a princess role. But now? "Well, we already know you're a Queen, so I'd have to go with that." Smiling blandly, he tilts his head. "There's so many great stories with Queens in them, aren't there? Snow White, the Ice Queen, Rapunzel..."* Women anyone would want to be compared with, to be sure.
Koa is a marvelous dancer, and so it certainly isn't his fault that they're stuck in a game of bumper-bodies, stumbling as strangers sling elbows their way. On instinct he pulls Flora closer, turning his body and hunching his shoulder protectively as one particularly enthused man careens through the crowd. Shooting the offending stranger an aggrieved look before turning down to check on the Queen, he murmurs softly, "You okay?" It's genuine concern in his face and voice. For a second, he's forgotten that they're mad at each other.
It really ought to be romantic. They're just so bad at this.
Wonderful, darlings! Now that we've gotten to know each other, let's say one thing from today that we're grateful for!
*But, y'know. Caido versions.
Koa Carpenter
We headed to the bar, baby don't be nervous
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service
