I heard that you fell in love or near enough

Koa

Don't take this the wrong way
You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you

Riya's call is not unanswered, as from somewhere deep within the house comes Pip's, well, squeaky, reply. A few moments later the little dragonling trots out, her long claws clacking cheerfully on the hardwood, a tattered length of blue ribbon hanging off her long tail. She bee-lines for Riya, crooning and trilling urgently in the language of dragons as she attempts to crawl onto the older reptile's back. It's a testament to the strength of Koa's hangover that he makes no effort to stop her, simply watches with weary resignation as his dragonling once more breaks all codes of decorum (he thinks) a Dragoon should maintain.

His shoulders relax somewhat when he learns this is a social call, though the furrowed line between his brows deepens in exchange. "Um, yeah, of course." Koa stands aside to let the pair into his house, now less panicked but very perplexed, his fuzzy brain at a loss for why his Captain might be here. "Dad and Noe are at work. The dining room is... well, you know."

Anju will find the house remarkably tidy, perhaps even moreso than when his mother was alive. Koa follows his Captain in, rubbing his neck and inadvertently messing his hair up more. "I have some tea if you want it. Uh..." He leans against the wall, his hulking frame looking strangely small with his arms wrapped around his chest. "Or was there... did you want something else?" Graceful host the boy is not.

Only blue or black days
Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose