I don't want to wonder if this is a blunder
And now they're throwing food at him. Koa scowls as the potato salad thwips wetly on his chest. "Dude, c'mon, this is a nice shirt!" Fishing a napkin out of his pocket, his plans to blot off the worst of the side are thwarted when something sticky hits his face. "Wha-!? Are you serious?!" He reaches up, plucking off the peach that's congealed to his cheek and flicking it back Melita's way.
Pulling his lips to a tight line, Koa shakes his head. "Kaisel, as a junior Dragoon I expect better behavior from you." But he the serious tone cannot conceal a competitive gleam dancing in his copper eyes. "At least go for something that leaves more of a mark." As he says so he snaps his own fork out, sending a pattering of baked beans toward his cousin's face.
Let the record show that if this turns into a juvenile food fight, it is not Koa's fault.
Pulling his lips to a tight line, Koa shakes his head. "Kaisel, as a junior Dragoon I expect better behavior from you." But he the serious tone cannot conceal a competitive gleam dancing in his copper eyes. "At least go for something that leaves more of a mark." As he says so he snaps his own fork out, sending a pattering of baked beans toward his cousin's face.
Let the record show that if this turns into a juvenile food fight, it is not Koa's fault.
Koa
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea
