He is pleased by the splash of whiskey, rewarding Tal with a satisfied "Mmmm," from deep within his chest. It's comfortable here, almost enough for Koa's vigilance to ease, the edge of the last few seasons dulled by cozy camaraderie.
"I'm sorry for your loss." A father gone, shoes to fill - the Dragoon can relate. "My Ma was a Dragoon," he offers softly, a sympathetic trauma exchange. "One of the best. Died during the war." Sincere and somber, Koa raises his mug to faintly clink with Tal's, an act of respect for everyone who isn't with them now.
He's quick to perk back up, of course, because who wants to dwell on those half-closed wounds? Certainly not Koa, the sweetest and least emotionally evolved himbo you ever did see. "But that's even more reason to give something like the Dragoons a try! And, yeah, it's a lot of discipline and order following, but I dunno.... I like having directions, y'know? Knowing what's expected of me, and what I'm meant to do." He rolls his shoulders in a shrug, not at all embarrassed by this lack of self-direction.
"I'm sorry for your loss." A father gone, shoes to fill - the Dragoon can relate. "My Ma was a Dragoon," he offers softly, a sympathetic trauma exchange. "One of the best. Died during the war." Sincere and somber, Koa raises his mug to faintly clink with Tal's, an act of respect for everyone who isn't with them now.
He's quick to perk back up, of course, because who wants to dwell on those half-closed wounds? Certainly not Koa, the sweetest and least emotionally evolved himbo you ever did see. "But that's even more reason to give something like the Dragoons a try! And, yeah, it's a lot of discipline and order following, but I dunno.... I like having directions, y'know? Knowing what's expected of me, and what I'm meant to do." He rolls his shoulders in a shrug, not at all embarrassed by this lack of self-direction.
