So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
I went to see Flora. Koa nearly trips over himself at the name, his stomach dropping as his heart flip-flops. It hadn't even crossed his mind that Soh would have seen Flora, though of course she did, they're best fucking friends and he's an absolute idiot. Gods, though, what had they talked about? What had Flora said about him? He can almost hear it: 'Ugh, Koa, he's such a try hard. Can you believe he thought I would want to be with him? You'd think he would have learned from now he's never gonna be good enough, instead of being so pathetic and---'
Thoroughly distracted by his reverie, it takes him a moment to register the pause, or Soh's question. "Huh?" Unbeknownst to the boy, his hands have clenched back into fists, jaw once more clenched tight enough to hurt. "Oh. Just... busy. Working." Does she know? Koa stares intently at Sohalia, trying to gauge from her expression just how much Flora has said. It seems like she doesn't, but then, if Koa's learned anything it's that he's actually terrible at gauging what girls really think of him.
Maybe Soh just pities him too much to bring it up. It would explain why she hadn't told him she was coming, had (in his mind, now) seemed so eager to get away from the Dragoon before.
Wanting very much to make an escape from this suddenly (and one-sidedly) fraught situation but feeling too stubborn and proud to do so, Koa settles for the worst of both worlds and picks up his pace, all but charging in tense silent toward the street that houses Sohalia's shop. If she and Flora want to mock him they can feel free; he's not going to let it get to him, not going to show her how much he's rattled.
Let's not tell him he's doing an awful job just yet. We don't want to break the poor thing.
Thoroughly distracted by his reverie, it takes him a moment to register the pause, or Soh's question. "Huh?" Unbeknownst to the boy, his hands have clenched back into fists, jaw once more clenched tight enough to hurt. "Oh. Just... busy. Working." Does she know? Koa stares intently at Sohalia, trying to gauge from her expression just how much Flora has said. It seems like she doesn't, but then, if Koa's learned anything it's that he's actually terrible at gauging what girls really think of him.
Maybe Soh just pities him too much to bring it up. It would explain why she hadn't told him she was coming, had (in his mind, now) seemed so eager to get away from the Dragoon before.
Wanting very much to make an escape from this suddenly (and one-sidedly) fraught situation but feeling too stubborn and proud to do so, Koa settles for the worst of both worlds and picks up his pace, all but charging in tense silent toward the street that houses Sohalia's shop. If she and Flora want to mock him they can feel free; he's not going to let it get to him, not going to show her how much he's rattled.
Let's not tell him he's doing an awful job just yet. We don't want to break the poor thing.
Koa
No other version of me I would rather be tonight
And, Lord, she found me just in time
And, Lord, she found me just in time
