Koa
Now I just want to play on my panpipes
I just want to drink me some wine
It's not often one sees a self-posessed hand flipping off a book. Koa blinks bemusedly, perplexed by the act, incongruous with the other man's overall affect. But then he describes it as a Ludo arm, and....I just want to drink me some wine
....yeah no, still lost.
Even without the lewd hand gesture, theres nothing subtle in Remi's tone of voice, or the narrowing of his eyes as he discusses the goddess. "You? Or your.... arm?" The Dragoon questions, muted voice belied by a loudly curious expression. Koa's working very hard to keep his voice soft, the hair on his neck prickling with the sensation of being pinned by draconian eyes.
But it's the Italian roll of Remi's hands that finally clicks a piece into Koa's little brain. Copper eyes widen comically in surprised recognition: "Oh shit, you're Remi," the boy exclaims, his elevating decibels earning another warning "SHHHHHHHH!" from the librarian.
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
