Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
He bristles at the acid in her tone, making a conscious effort to not react besides the flash of a scowl, the way his shoulders tense. "Just what I said," he answers tersely, failing to keep all the frustration out of his voice because why can't she just let it go?
Except now that Koa has felt the sting of rejection himself he has more empathy for what Flora may be going through, and that makes it complicated, and just straight anger is easier, damnit.
The fact that he's managed to make her smile is a much-needed win, Koa's grin widening hopefully in response to the brief warmth. Like a sunflower he seeks her out, eager to feel more of those vibrant rays against his skin. "Coconut, actually. Something about the oil helping skin regrow. Or maybe he was drinking pina coladas when he made it, who knows." He shrugs.
The suggestive fruits earns an eyebrow raise, Koa inching around Flora to reach for a particularly dimpled peach. "Great selection you've wrangled up," he says, impressed. A banana is taken into his other hand, the pair posed pointedly, shaft sliding idly against smooth contours. "Though based on what I've heard of Frey, it seems they might prefer things to be more... demonstrative?"
Except now that Koa has felt the sting of rejection himself he has more empathy for what Flora may be going through, and that makes it complicated, and just straight anger is easier, damnit.
The fact that he's managed to make her smile is a much-needed win, Koa's grin widening hopefully in response to the brief warmth. Like a sunflower he seeks her out, eager to feel more of those vibrant rays against his skin. "Coconut, actually. Something about the oil helping skin regrow. Or maybe he was drinking pina coladas when he made it, who knows." He shrugs.
The suggestive fruits earns an eyebrow raise, Koa inching around Flora to reach for a particularly dimpled peach. "Great selection you've wrangled up," he says, impressed. A banana is taken into his other hand, the pair posed pointedly, shaft sliding idly against smooth contours. "Though based on what I've heard of Frey, it seems they might prefer things to be more... demonstrative?"
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
