Koa
Now I just want to play on my panpipes
I just want to drink me some wine
Hard not to worry too much when your entire life just collapsed into the sea, but Koa doesn't argue Melita's point, responding only with a Geralt-esque "Hrmm." Better to take another sip of his drink - a dark and stormy made with authentic (read: strong) Torchline rum - and let the liquor do its lubricating, giving him courage to make very dumb mistakes.I just want to drink me some wine
The stuff does what it says on the bottle, burning down his throat and sending a welcome buzz rolling in his head. "It's not not payback," Koa drawls back playfully as he leans he leans forward out of the bushes, his poncho rising up dangerously to expose a plumber's crack. "Kai and I used to pull this kind of shit on each other all the time when we were younger. But shit's been so weird lately and I dunno. Just thought maybe this would help." Stealing underwear. Blowing them up with fireworks.
It's a brilliant plan, let's be real.
The Dragoon follows Melita's lead, antennaed hood pulled low over his face as he sneaks out from behind the bush. From shadow to shadow they creep like dramatic little Ludos, their moth rags fluttering around them, Koa's midriff occasionally making an unsolicited appearance. "Speaking of Kai, I heard you took him sailing?" Koa murmurs low as they pause behind a pillar, raising an eyebrow toward the Honeybee. "And rescued him?" Which doesn't really feel like Mel's brand, but okay.
As soon as you're born you start dyin'
So you might as well have a good time
So you might as well have a good time
