So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
"Yes, I still want it. I, yes, I see the holes, they're actually why I want it- god stuff, y'know? Definitely not a trick, sir, on my honor. I know, I won't-- okay. Okay, thank you! Frey's ass!"
This last bit Koa mutters under his breath as he ducks out of the stall. The young man's done a lot of shopping in his time, but those expeditions usually involved shopkeepers trying to convince him to purchase mediocre wares- not, y'know, the other way around. Now as he leaves the small thrift store the Dragoon feels as though he ought to have been given a medal: but no, his only prize is a moth-eaten sweater, hard won and tucked beneath his arm.
Having accomplished his primary objective, Koa is now at something of a loss. He ought to get a gift for Noe, but the very thought of his sister back in Stormbreak sends sharp knives down the Dragoon's throat. Not to mention that this place is almost impossible to navigate, with its stalls and shops strung between ships. Ah, but a Dragoon is always prepared, and out from Koa's pocket comes a crumpled map.
Leaning on the rail as he puzzles through the hand-drawn etchings, Koa's brow furrows in concentration as he tries to make sense of the absolute nonsense. It doesn't help that he has it upside-down.
At least he's pretty, right?
This last bit Koa mutters under his breath as he ducks out of the stall. The young man's done a lot of shopping in his time, but those expeditions usually involved shopkeepers trying to convince him to purchase mediocre wares- not, y'know, the other way around. Now as he leaves the small thrift store the Dragoon feels as though he ought to have been given a medal: but no, his only prize is a moth-eaten sweater, hard won and tucked beneath his arm.
Having accomplished his primary objective, Koa is now at something of a loss. He ought to get a gift for Noe, but the very thought of his sister back in Stormbreak sends sharp knives down the Dragoon's throat. Not to mention that this place is almost impossible to navigate, with its stalls and shops strung between ships. Ah, but a Dragoon is always prepared, and out from Koa's pocket comes a crumpled map.
Leaning on the rail as he puzzles through the hand-drawn etchings, Koa's brow furrows in concentration as he tries to make sense of the absolute nonsense. It doesn't help that he has it upside-down.
At least he's pretty, right?
Koa
No other version of me I would rather be tonight
And, Lord, she found me just in time
And, Lord, she found me just in time
