Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
Koa would rather be just about anywhere else in the world, but here he is, dressed in swim trunks and a button-down shirt dotted with seahorses that hides his mothman armor and his bracers because fuck it, it's not like he's gonna show up unprepared to this kind of event. Still exhausted from leading the evacuation efforts, he looks... well, remarkably less-hot than usual, with a multi-day-unshaven beard and eyebags that aren't fully hidden by the green-rim sunglasses he sports.
As much as he'd like to keep his distance from the horrific pool-shaped nightmare waiting to happen, Koa has a reason for being here beyond just fun in the sun. Striding toward the edge of the pool where Sohalia talks to Kaisel, Koa shoots a look between his reclining cousin and his...
...er....
...Soh.
"Any sign of Noe?" His voice is low, the darting gaze hidden behind his mirrored shades. He's spotted a mess of familiar faces, but not his sister.
Not yet.
As much as he'd like to keep his distance from the horrific pool-shaped nightmare waiting to happen, Koa has a reason for being here beyond just fun in the sun. Striding toward the edge of the pool where Sohalia talks to Kaisel, Koa shoots a look between his reclining cousin and his...
...er....
...Soh.
"Any sign of Noe?" His voice is low, the darting gaze hidden behind his mirrored shades. He's spotted a mess of familiar faces, but not his sister.
Not yet.
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
