[se] passing afternoon

Koa

Now I just want to play on my panpipes
I just want to drink me some wine

"How to be strong enough to grab a god? Heck yeah." Koa's grin is undeterred, Remi's attempts ad deflections continuing to fall on deaf ears. Sorry, Lullaby: you've met a genuine fanboy, and very little you have to say will dissuade him from his hero worship.

You know what will stop it, though? The threat of an angry librarian, here mere presence somehow more terrifying than any demigod.

Visibly blanching beneath the weight of the woman's ire, Koa squirms and shuffles awkwardly as she breathes down his neck. Like a schoolboy caught running in the halls, the poor Dragoon is reduced to childish chagrin, his charm and swagger deflated fully by this stern, silent disapproval. He hangs his head, grimacing as his clutch tightens on the collection of books. "I, uh, I'll just check these out then and be on my way."

Assuaged, the librarian drifts towards the counter, that she might get him on his way right the fuck out.

Lifting his head back up again, he offers a smile to Remi. "Really an honor to meet you, sir," the boy says earnestly. "Hopefully I'll see ya around more? If you ever were wanting to come to the Nest, the Dragoons would love to have you!"

And with that the lad is on his way, off to charm (read: be thoroughly cowed by) an irate librarian.

{fin!}

As soon as you're born you start dyin'
So you might as well have a good time