Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
"So much better," Koa agrees, chucking heartily and shaking his head. "What about you? I feel like I've seen you here as much as at home." Including at that strange, strange bazaar, the one where the confused Dragoon had left holding a jar full of death. And of course Koa's heard about Ever's new girlfriend; it'd been the talk of the barracks, that Everest managed to snag such a babe. Though Koa had been sure to snuff out any gossip that veered into mean-spirited, get a group of young soldiers together and there's bound to be talk.
As usual Koa's insinuations go directly over Everest's head, and honestly? It's kind of a relief - at least some things haven't changed. A fond smile drifts across his face, though worry still hazes the bright glint of his copper eyes. Koa isn't good at deep shit, and part of him would like very much to just go back to willful ignorance. But he's also trying to mature, and he cares about Everest, and really doesn't want to see his friend grow tentacles or die. So he bites the bullet and swallows his masculine aversion to The Feels.
"Because you're infected," Koa says softly, gazing at the Aviator to gauge for a response.
As usual Koa's insinuations go directly over Everest's head, and honestly? It's kind of a relief - at least some things haven't changed. A fond smile drifts across his face, though worry still hazes the bright glint of his copper eyes. Koa isn't good at deep shit, and part of him would like very much to just go back to willful ignorance. But he's also trying to mature, and he cares about Everest, and really doesn't want to see his friend grow tentacles or die. So he bites the bullet and swallows his masculine aversion to The Feels.
"Because you're infected," Koa says softly, gazing at the Aviator to gauge for a response.
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
