Words hung above but never would form
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
Yeah, turns out there's not a standard guidebook titled Conversations With Recent Dead People For Dummies. Or maybe there is, but we all know Koa isn't much of a reader. Clearly Mel is Going Through Something, and a more emotionally evolved human might leave her to do so in peace.
Koa plops down into the sand, casual as a basking seal.
He considers lying and then thinks better, because what's the point in that? "We did," the younger man confirms, sweeping a stick into calloused hands. "Wasn't very fucking sportsmanlike. " Theres exaggerated disdain in his voice, the way he rolls his eyes. "I've been in more spars than I can count, and the first rule is to be respectful. Have some give and take, y'know? Nobody wants to fight a one-hit wonder twice." He shrugs, raising a hand to shield his eyes as he looks to Mel for a response.
Koa plops down into the sand, casual as a basking seal.
He considers lying and then thinks better, because what's the point in that? "We did," the younger man confirms, sweeping a stick into calloused hands. "Wasn't very fucking sportsmanlike. " Theres exaggerated disdain in his voice, the way he rolls his eyes. "I've been in more spars than I can count, and the first rule is to be respectful. Have some give and take, y'know? Nobody wants to fight a one-hit wonder twice." He shrugs, raising a hand to shield his eyes as he looks to Mel for a response.
Koa Carpenter
Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
