Now I'm sure that it's true
Our hero is ready to sweep a girl off her feet. He's armed with a picnic basket, flowers, a bottle of wine - everything you could ask for, plus a hundred-watt smile. He's dressed up, or attempted to, donning a short-sleeved linen shirt in salmon as well as some nicer-than-usual dark jeans, all of which is finished off with signature sunglasses pushed up in his hair. He's trying hard is what I'm saying, and it certainly shows. The boy cleans up well, if not often.
Though not nearly as well as her.
Though Koa sees Soh immediately, he waits to approach, content, for some number of passing heartbeats, to simply watch her work. Even from behind he finds her radiant, her blonde curls captivating as they cascade down her back, her slender shoulders pulled forward attentively, the shock of her red skirt pooling out like passion, like blood. It makes for a picture so beautiful he's loathe to interrupt it, and yet there is nothing that could possibly keep him away from her just now.
His attempt to sneak up on her is somewhat thwarted by Pip's excited trill, the dragon leaping from her companion to scurry into Sohalia's lap, blissfully uncaring at the havoc she may wreak on any art supplies. Koa's takes advantage to come up behind Sohalia, dropping to a knee behind her and reaching up to cover her eyes. "Hi," he murmurs playfully against a pale eardrum, his voice glittering with warm amusement, the smell of her already filling him with warmth. "Guess who?"
and I'm nothing like you
