Koa
"Oh no? What other legendary Torchers made an appearance?" Koa leans forward, authentically eager, his appetite for gossip information on other places ever hard to quench. He hasn't had much opportunity to leave Stormbreak, even with the borders open and the skyboats in place, even in the peacetime after the war, and so he soaks in other people's stories, exploring vicariously through them. Maybe he's too dutiful a Dragoon to leave his post.
Maybe he's just afraid.
Heat rises in the Dragoon's ears at Mateo's prying and shit-eating grin. Usually, discussion of flings and near-conquests would not bother Koa, but Flora is his friend's sister and it just feels... wrong. "Not sure she'd love to hear from me," he confesses before taking a heavy pull at his drink, the burn of the liquid distracting from that dreadful thing called shame. "We, uh... well. I wasn't as charming as I usually am, last time we met." He finally looks back up at Mateo, a crooked smile on his chagrined face.
Maybe he's just afraid.
Heat rises in the Dragoon's ears at Mateo's prying and shit-eating grin. Usually, discussion of flings and near-conquests would not bother Koa, but Flora is his friend's sister and it just feels... wrong. "Not sure she'd love to hear from me," he confesses before taking a heavy pull at his drink, the burn of the liquid distracting from that dreadful thing called shame. "We, uh... well. I wasn't as charming as I usually am, last time we met." He finally looks back up at Mateo, a crooked smile on his chagrined face.
it struck me that the two of us could run
