Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
"I'm glad for ya, man," Koa says, and he means it, his smile permeating into his voice as he reaches out to gently touch Ever's arm. "You gotta go for it, when you find something special." His own skin warms as he thinks of Flora, of the potential he's hoping to bloom into something real.
And maybe he's a little envious of what his friend has, of the certainty Everest seems to feel about his relationship with Isla. Because for all his hopes and dreams and pining, Koa's still terrified that fuck this up, and Flora will reject him, and he'll be alone.
But anyway. Back to the matter now at hand, and the big purple elephant in the room. Letting out a breath of relief to learn that he isn't the one breaking this news, Koa purses his lips in sympathy, not sure what to tell his friend. "What... what do you think it means?" he asks slowly, searching for words Ever will understand. "Cus like... I feel like you've definitely been different. But have you noticed anything? Felt anything?" Grown any tentacles where Koa can't see?
And maybe he's a little envious of what his friend has, of the certainty Everest seems to feel about his relationship with Isla. Because for all his hopes and dreams and pining, Koa's still terrified that fuck this up, and Flora will reject him, and he'll be alone.
But anyway. Back to the matter now at hand, and the big purple elephant in the room. Letting out a breath of relief to learn that he isn't the one breaking this news, Koa purses his lips in sympathy, not sure what to tell his friend. "What... what do you think it means?" he asks slowly, searching for words Ever will understand. "Cus like... I feel like you've definitely been different. But have you noticed anything? Felt anything?" Grown any tentacles where Koa can't see?
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
