Oh, no, Tal. Koa shakes his handsome head, the picture of a worldly mentor fondly exasperated by his mentee. ”Okay, here’s what you do. Find a nice restaurant. Don’t tell her where- girls love surprises.” He speaks with the great authority of youth, rather than any real knowledge. ”Then you meet her there with flowers and the bracelet, dressed in your nicest suit. Alys won’t know what hit her,” he finishes with a nod.
And he’s right - Alys will probably be very surprised. Especially since it isn’t really a Tal style move.
The horrible truth of Talyson’s grooming habits has the Dragoon aghast. ”Oh, dude. No.” A strict acolyte of the ‘every three weeks’ rule, Koa cannot fathom letting his hair go for months. Pushing away from the wall, he strides over and pulls gently at his friend’s hair, ‘tsk’ing mournfully at the split ends. ”Ok. Haircut, first thing. And then I’m getting you some new shampoo- and please tell Mr you condition,” he adds pleadingly, though his tone makes it clear he doesn’t hold much hope.
And he’s right - Alys will probably be very surprised. Especially since it isn’t really a Tal style move.
The horrible truth of Talyson’s grooming habits has the Dragoon aghast. ”Oh, dude. No.” A strict acolyte of the ‘every three weeks’ rule, Koa cannot fathom letting his hair go for months. Pushing away from the wall, he strides over and pulls gently at his friend’s hair, ‘tsk’ing mournfully at the split ends. ”Ok. Haircut, first thing. And then I’m getting you some new shampoo- and please tell Mr you condition,” he adds pleadingly, though his tone makes it clear he doesn’t hold much hope.
