NOE
You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love
Of the things Noe was expecting to find when she returned home, Koa sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer was not one of them.
That wasn't to say she was upset; quite the contrary: Koa had been gone for ages, and she'd missed her brother more than she would ever admit to his face. So when she walked in to find him sitting at the table, she gave a glad squeal and threw herself happily into a hug before even giving him the chance to stand. "Koa!" she trilled. "Where have you been?"
Mika, given the choice between being squished against Koa and fleeing, chose the latter; she hovered nearby, hissing, her head weaving back and forth as she waited to give her own greeting. She might not know the dragoon well, given that she hadn't spent much time around him yet, but anyone beloved by Noe was a friend in her opinion.
Noe pulled out of her hug to take a step back, hands on her hips, and survey her brother. He appeared uninjured, at least, and that was something to appreciate, even if it had been gods-only-knew how long since they'd spent any real time together. Something about back-to-back assignments, if she remembered correctly from their last in-passing conversation. "Are you home for a while, or...?"
That wasn't to say she was upset; quite the contrary: Koa had been gone for ages, and she'd missed her brother more than she would ever admit to his face. So when she walked in to find him sitting at the table, she gave a glad squeal and threw herself happily into a hug before even giving him the chance to stand. "Koa!" she trilled. "Where have you been?"
Mika, given the choice between being squished against Koa and fleeing, chose the latter; she hovered nearby, hissing, her head weaving back and forth as she waited to give her own greeting. She might not know the dragoon well, given that she hadn't spent much time around him yet, but anyone beloved by Noe was a friend in her opinion.
Noe pulled out of her hug to take a step back, hands on her hips, and survey her brother. He appeared uninjured, at least, and that was something to appreciate, even if it had been gods-only-knew how long since they'd spent any real time together. Something about back-to-back assignments, if she remembered correctly from their last in-passing conversation. "Are you home for a while, or...?"
The slowest way is never loving them enough
