K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
"Ok, sure, but did someone give you the sub-order?" Koa challenges stubbornly, "Or were you like, hey, this seems like it needs doing, might as well be me who takes charge?" He shrugs, feeling like he's proven his point, though arguments could be made to the contrary. He's also not entirely sure how they got to this place, but now that he's got a point to prove, he's determined to hold it like a dog with a bone.
The rock thuds ineffectually off Everest's shoulder, interrupting the rather hilarious either-thinking-or-constipated expression that has briefly overtaken the young man. Koa lets out a slow exhale, almost impressed by how thoroughly his experiment has failed. "Well. You did look like you were thinking," the Dragoon concedes with weary fondness, shaking his shaggy head.
"Maybe you should come to the training grounds sometime. We can work on your reflexes."
The rock thuds ineffectually off Everest's shoulder, interrupting the rather hilarious either-thinking-or-constipated expression that has briefly overtaken the young man. Koa lets out a slow exhale, almost impressed by how thoroughly his experiment has failed. "Well. You did look like you were thinking," the Dragoon concedes with weary fondness, shaking his shaggy head.
"Maybe you should come to the training grounds sometime. We can work on your reflexes."
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
