"Naaaaah, you're plenty good for Alys." It's second nature to build a brother up, a reflex that even half a bottle of gin hasn't cured Koa of. He reaches blindly for Talyson, patting reassurances wherever his hand lands. "You're like... you're like... you're like, just, like, really good, y'know? A good dude. Good friend. Good boyfriend." Not like the Dragoon, who technically hasn't actually managed to be anyone's boyfriend yet.
And without female validation, what even is he?
He's justKen Koa.
The large tongue on his face has a startling effect, Koa pulling back in bewilderment and mild alarm. "Oh, that's rank," he exclaims, wrinkling his nose at the pungent aroma of dragon breath. "I mean- sorry, B'real. But you oughta brush your teeth." It's certainly invigorating, though, a sharp jolt to foggy senses that has his mind feeling slightly clear. Blinking at Tal, Koa tilts his head curiously. "Best boat?" he asks, looking around as though anticipating said boat to have manifested behind him. But also... "Yeah, cleanin' up sounds good. An' home. Fuck I'm tired. Or... maybe I could just sleep here?" The spring grass is rather pleasant, and what more does he need than gin?
And without female validation, what even is he?
He's just
The large tongue on his face has a startling effect, Koa pulling back in bewilderment and mild alarm. "Oh, that's rank," he exclaims, wrinkling his nose at the pungent aroma of dragon breath. "I mean- sorry, B'real. But you oughta brush your teeth." It's certainly invigorating, though, a sharp jolt to foggy senses that has his mind feeling slightly clear. Blinking at Tal, Koa tilts his head curiously. "Best boat?" he asks, looking around as though anticipating said boat to have manifested behind him. But also... "Yeah, cleanin' up sounds good. An' home. Fuck I'm tired. Or... maybe I could just sleep here?" The spring grass is rather pleasant, and what more does he need than gin?
