“Sure, I’ll take whatever you got. I’m easy,” Koa says with, yes, a wink, because some habits die hard and it’s just so fun to mess with Tal. Taking the offer as an official dismissal from further decorating (at least for now), Koa pushes off the counter, moving instead to lean against a nearby wall. His gaze is attentive as he watches Tal, only slightly disappointed when the Courier produces a kettle rather than something strong.
"Well, yeah. It's your first anniversary, after all!" Not that Koa himself has ever managed to hold down a relationship for a full year, but you know that when he does, he'll go all the way out. "Tell me you're at least taking her out somewhere nice. And getting a haircut," he adds, eyeing Talyson's scruffy mane with unabashed criticism. Maybe Alys is in to the wild-man look, but there's a difference between roughing it chic and cut my hair blind in the bathroom with dull shears, and (least in Koa's estimation), Tal's leaning dangerously toward the second of the two.
"Well, yeah. It's your first anniversary, after all!" Not that Koa himself has ever managed to hold down a relationship for a full year, but you know that when he does, he'll go all the way out. "Tell me you're at least taking her out somewhere nice. And getting a haircut," he adds, eyeing Talyson's scruffy mane with unabashed criticism. Maybe Alys is in to the wild-man look, but there's a difference between roughing it chic and cut my hair blind in the bathroom with dull shears, and (least in Koa's estimation), Tal's leaning dangerously toward the second of the two.
