Koa
Now I just want to play on my panpipes
I just want to drink me some wine
Their great escape is made with as much stealth as possible when one is dressed as a herald-slash-moth, Koa's already ragged poncho collecting stray twigs and brambles, his antennae bobbing merrily upon his hooded head. By the time they crest the hill he's breathless and disheveled, his cheeks flushed and his eyes gleaming with excitement from the flight.I just want to drink me some wine
Koa takes a moment to catch his breath as Mel hunts for the fireworks. Hands on his knees, he surveys their vantage point: a prominence overlooking the beach, partygoers far below scurrying along like the merriest of ants. A perfect place from whence to put on a show, he thinks, grin affixed upon his face as he turns back to Melita. "Don't worry, Zombee, I know my way around a firework," Koa laughs, accepting the bundle of rockets into his arms. He walks a few paces off before crouching into the grass, his expression growing thoughtful and serious as he arranges the things in order of which he first wants to light. A pair of underwear is affixed to the biggest, but the Melita one he keeps separate, an idea having struck.
"Hey, whadya say we fire this one off an arrow at the end?" He holds up the briefs emblazoned with her face, eyebrows wiggling. "Y'know, so he knows who's responsible? We can even light them on fire first."
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
