[ME] [SE] paper faces on parade

Koa

Koa, too, is ready to form a circle of dancing rags, the grin widening beneath his mask as Nova takes his arm. But it seems her sister isn't feeling the same vibe, and the young man waits while the girls titter, tilting his head to the side. It's clear Nova would rather not go without her sister, and Koa would be quite the cad to not at least try coaxing Calypso out. "No reason you can't join us, Miss Caly," he offers invitingly, extending his hand for her to take. "The more the merrier, as they say. I promise to do my very best to keep up with both of you." A wink flashes from beneath his hood.

Whether the golden girl joins or not, Koa accompanies Nova to the dance floor, his body falling easily into the rhythm of the beat. With a laugh he takes her hand to spin her, remembering how much she had enjoyed twirling around at the club. In her glittering rags she's like a starry disco ball, catching brilliantly on the ambient light.

Something passes close behind him; Koa turns to look over his shoulder, but there's no one there. Shrugging, he figures it must have been another dancer moving in and out of proximity. Only later will he realize that the jerky he always keeps in his pocket has mysteriously disappeared, something Pipsqueak is certain to be indignant about when she's inevitably bereft of treats.

Let's fall in love for the night
And forget in the morning