Koa
"Looks like it's just displaced, not broken." With Koa crouched beside the post, Soh will have the unusual experience of looking down at him. He shifts his weight forward to his toes, pressing on the leaning piece of wood. "I think we can get away with some simple reinforcement, at least for now." He wipes his hands on his pants as he stands, grinning wryly at Sohalia. "It'll give Miss Lena time to find someone who actually knows what they're doing, anyway."
With a soldier's efficiency he sets about his work, directing Soh to hold the post as he adds in boards for stability. It's good, hard labor, and Koa handles it with practiced ease: despite his inability to sit still long enough to really learn his father's craft, he's picked up some things. "I was thinking a jacket," he answers between hammer strikes, waggling his eyebrows up at Soh. "Scale leather - what do you think? We could have a matching set."
It's so easy, falling into flirtation. He knows he shouldn't - that the easy banter and the flush of her cheeks will only lead him down a dangerous, painful road. But right now, Koa doesn't want to care. He wants to be young and naïve and stupid.
With a soldier's efficiency he sets about his work, directing Soh to hold the post as he adds in boards for stability. It's good, hard labor, and Koa handles it with practiced ease: despite his inability to sit still long enough to really learn his father's craft, he's picked up some things. "I was thinking a jacket," he answers between hammer strikes, waggling his eyebrows up at Soh. "Scale leather - what do you think? We could have a matching set."
It's so easy, falling into flirtation. He knows he shouldn't - that the easy banter and the flush of her cheeks will only lead him down a dangerous, painful road. But right now, Koa doesn't want to care. He wants to be young and naïve and stupid.
i can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away
