I don't want to wonder if this is a blunder
Koa follows Kaisel with more resignation than enthusiasm, his arms crossed over the blue tank top that kisses flamingo-printed shorts. "There's no such thing as being late to a Torchline party - the things never end," he grumbles, albeit without much heart. Between trying to keep an eye on Noe and trying not to cast constant glances toward where Flora and Sohalia sparkle and laugh and generally loom like the two-headed specter of all Koa's heartache and regret, he's feeling pretty overwhelmed. At least there's plenty of meat on hand, offering a delicious distraction from all the other fucked-up shit.
His plate fully loaded with sticky meat, Koa has a slice of brisket shoved halfway in his mouth when Melita manifests beside them, all chaos in a fiery shell. "Mel!" he greets around the mouthful, the word barely decipherable. Swallowing down the poorly timed BBQ, he tries once again. "Have y'all met? Mel, this is my cousin, Kaisel, and my sister, Noe." He gestures with his fork to each one, then turns back to Melita, a mischievous grin spreading beneath mirrored aviators. "And this is Melita the Honeybee, zombie demigoddess of Ludo, mistress of ducks, and single-handedly responsible for the recent baloonpocalypse in the Nest, if you recall."
His plate fully loaded with sticky meat, Koa has a slice of brisket shoved halfway in his mouth when Melita manifests beside them, all chaos in a fiery shell. "Mel!" he greets around the mouthful, the word barely decipherable. Swallowing down the poorly timed BBQ, he tries once again. "Have y'all met? Mel, this is my cousin, Kaisel, and my sister, Noe." He gestures with his fork to each one, then turns back to Melita, a mischievous grin spreading beneath mirrored aviators. "And this is Melita the Honeybee, zombie demigoddess of Ludo, mistress of ducks, and single-handedly responsible for the recent baloonpocalypse in the Nest, if you recall."
Koa
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea
