Unwitting victim, maybe, but not unwilling. Eventually, when he had time to process all the nice things Koa was saying about him, he'd be on cloud nine to hear that someone liked his hair and eyes. At the moment the Dragoon might have hit him over the head with one of the elegant candelabras nearby and gotten a similar result of a stunned and stuttering courier.
He didn't even try to avoid the kick, though the playful roughhousing helped to ground him a bit. This, he knew and could deal with, and he reached up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. "A barber, huh? I've never had a professional haircut before." Which was rather obvious in how it looked like he took his own knife to his shaggy mane once a year or so. Mirror optional. "I guess I could give it a try..." Though it might take awhile for the storm to slacken.
Was it what they were there for? Tal's religious education had largely focused on appeasing them when he was younger, but in more recent years there was certainly no lie in Koa's words. "Safrin's nice," he protested. 'Well... mostly. She's done good by me, at least." Though he'd certainly heard the stories from others about what happened when Safrin wasn't feeling so accommodating... "Ludo's been the scariest one. It's always tellin' me t'go get beat up an' shit." He grimaced at the memories, most of them painful to either body or pride. "I gotta fight someone blindfolded this time around. Out of 'em all, I think Frey's my favorite." A slow, cautious opinion, spoken as if he was testing the words to decide whether or not they were true.
Tal could be just as oblivious in his own way, and he missed the look on Koa's face while he was distracted by his pouch. "Yeah, I know, feels a little sacrilegious just pullin' it out in a temple," Tal grimaced, fingers sliding into his Bag and feeling around for a moment before retrieving the bottle of Dreamtdust and a dry rag. "Not really a place for weapons, y'know?" His Dagger was unsheathed next, and he balanced it on his knees as he uncorked the bottle. He poured a thin stream of the Dust onto the blade and then began to rub it into the metal as they spoke. "But I figure, since it's a task from a god, that makes it okay, right?"
He didn't even try to avoid the kick, though the playful roughhousing helped to ground him a bit. This, he knew and could deal with, and he reached up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly. "A barber, huh? I've never had a professional haircut before." Which was rather obvious in how it looked like he took his own knife to his shaggy mane once a year or so. Mirror optional. "I guess I could give it a try..." Though it might take awhile for the storm to slacken.
Was it what they were there for? Tal's religious education had largely focused on appeasing them when he was younger, but in more recent years there was certainly no lie in Koa's words. "Safrin's nice," he protested. 'Well... mostly. She's done good by me, at least." Though he'd certainly heard the stories from others about what happened when Safrin wasn't feeling so accommodating... "Ludo's been the scariest one. It's always tellin' me t'go get beat up an' shit." He grimaced at the memories, most of them painful to either body or pride. "I gotta fight someone blindfolded this time around. Out of 'em all, I think Frey's my favorite." A slow, cautious opinion, spoken as if he was testing the words to decide whether or not they were true.
Tal could be just as oblivious in his own way, and he missed the look on Koa's face while he was distracted by his pouch. "Yeah, I know, feels a little sacrilegious just pullin' it out in a temple," Tal grimaced, fingers sliding into his Bag and feeling around for a moment before retrieving the bottle of Dreamtdust and a dry rag. "Not really a place for weapons, y'know?" His Dagger was unsheathed next, and he balanced it on his knees as he uncorked the bottle. He poured a thin stream of the Dust onto the blade and then began to rub it into the metal as they spoke. "But I figure, since it's a task from a god, that makes it okay, right?"
