Koa
It's good to have that on the table. Honestly, Koa's relieved that Mateo knows: it means he won't have to tiptoe around the siblings, should he ever happen upon them both in the same place. And not having been sucker punched by a brother is always a positive. The Dragoon cannot promise he would have been so chill, should the tables have been turned.
Koa grins and cracks his neck, stretching in anticipation of a wild night. His smile mirrors that of Mateo, though it's more wolfish than catlike. "Hell yeah," he says, extending his hand for the (powder? liquid? flowers to brew into tea?) drug. "I haven't been properly fucked up in a minute, and I have tomorrow off." He also has some pain to mask, going by that lip.
"How about your love life, eh? Seeing anyone these days?" Koa raises an eyebrow playfully as he leans back in his seat. "Or should that be the evening's mission: get Mateo laid?"
Koa grins and cracks his neck, stretching in anticipation of a wild night. His smile mirrors that of Mateo, though it's more wolfish than catlike. "Hell yeah," he says, extending his hand for the (powder? liquid? flowers to brew into tea?) drug. "I haven't been properly fucked up in a minute, and I have tomorrow off." He also has some pain to mask, going by that lip.
"How about your love life, eh? Seeing anyone these days?" Koa raises an eyebrow playfully as he leans back in his seat. "Or should that be the evening's mission: get Mateo laid?"
it struck me that the two of us could run
