K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
Oh, good, she isn't mad. Koa hasn't managed to fuck up badly enough to earn his Captain's wrath yet, a winning streak he intends to keep up. And when she says she's pleased to see him, well. The soldier's chest swells a little with largely unearned pride.
At the question of water Koa slings his pack off, plopping it - and Pip - on the ground. "Yes ma'am- two canteens for me, and a frozen one for Pip." The little dragon grumbles, slithering back into the pack in search of said ice, her disdain for the heat palpable.
But where his companion is already over this shit Koa is raring and ready to go, pulling on a pair of gloves before returning his attention to the bones. "Not too bleached - got it." Without much wait he goes for a particularly large femur(?), pulling it away with a grunt. "Anyting in particular we are looking for, Cap?" he wonders, placing the bone down in a puff of dust.
At the question of water Koa slings his pack off, plopping it - and Pip - on the ground. "Yes ma'am- two canteens for me, and a frozen one for Pip." The little dragon grumbles, slithering back into the pack in search of said ice, her disdain for the heat palpable.
But where his companion is already over this shit Koa is raring and ready to go, pulling on a pair of gloves before returning his attention to the bones. "Not too bleached - got it." Without much wait he goes for a particularly large femur(?), pulling it away with a grunt. "Anyting in particular we are looking for, Cap?" he wonders, placing the bone down in a puff of dust.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
