Koa
Koa is home for the weekend, which means he is working. One of the newest initiatives he's helped spearhead is a community self-defense course taught by the Dragoons, with in-person training available one day a week. Each soldier takes a slot, and Koa has drawn a short straw: dawn shift. Naturally he stayed up too late the night before, and now as he makes his bleary way to the training grounds he finds he does not have time or energy to check the logs of who may have signed up for the first session of the day.
Fuck him, right?
It's brisk but not cold, and Koa is dressed to train: calf-length pants, no shirt, muscles clear in the morning light. Think Shang from Mulan, with slightly less hair. He's just wrapping his second hand when he finally looks up and spots her, and the jolt of recognition is like a physical blow, stopping him in his tracks. Panic flashes through copper eyes as he seriously considers making a run for it. He knew he'd run into her again - it was practically inevitable, after all - but he'd hoped that when the time came he would have some warning, be able to prepare.
Not be stuck with is dick hanging out, the embarrassing memory of their last encounter taunting him like a gnat.
Setting his chin and clenching his jaw, Koa continues his approach to Soh, his expression schooled to avoid reflecting just how fucking uncomfortable he is. It isn't fully successful, and when he finally stops and speaks aloud his voice is strangely stilted, a far cry from usual, easily playful tones. "Lady Luminary," Koa intones with comical formality, looking stubbornly over Soh's shoulder, refusing to make eye contact as his jaw clenches and his throat bobs. "Apologies, I didn't realize... that is, I can have a replacement scheduled. If it would be less, uh. Weird."
Fuck him, right?
It's brisk but not cold, and Koa is dressed to train: calf-length pants, no shirt, muscles clear in the morning light. Think Shang from Mulan, with slightly less hair. He's just wrapping his second hand when he finally looks up and spots her, and the jolt of recognition is like a physical blow, stopping him in his tracks. Panic flashes through copper eyes as he seriously considers making a run for it. He knew he'd run into her again - it was practically inevitable, after all - but he'd hoped that when the time came he would have some warning, be able to prepare.
Not be stuck with is dick hanging out, the embarrassing memory of their last encounter taunting him like a gnat.
Setting his chin and clenching his jaw, Koa continues his approach to Soh, his expression schooled to avoid reflecting just how fucking uncomfortable he is. It isn't fully successful, and when he finally stops and speaks aloud his voice is strangely stilted, a far cry from usual, easily playful tones. "Lady Luminary," Koa intones with comical formality, looking stubbornly over Soh's shoulder, refusing to make eye contact as his jaw clenches and his throat bobs. "Apologies, I didn't realize... that is, I can have a replacement scheduled. If it would be less, uh. Weird."
i can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away
