"Uhhhhh." What's his dad like? That's a difficult topic to broach, the Carpenter men never having had a relationship that could be described as 'close'. "He's... stubborn. Workaholic. A craftsman - mostly woodwork, but can work with pretty much anything." Unlike Koa, who's not inherited a single artistic gene.
Koa puts his hands on his hips, stepping back to admire his work. Which is... passable, he supposes, all things being the same. "My is the same," the Dragoon chuckles fondly, expression warming at the thought. "Every winter, she and dad would decorate while mom and I were out. Dunno why, but it always surprised us. Though we haven't really done it since the war." Again his sunny expression fades. Nothing has been the way it was, not for a long time.
But now isn't the time for sulking. Clearing his throat, Koa rallies, forcing his expression to warm again. "So, spill. How'd you and Alys wind up getting together?" His eyebrows waggle expressively, eager for a sappy love story to brighten the mood.
Koa puts his hands on his hips, stepping back to admire his work. Which is... passable, he supposes, all things being the same. "My is the same," the Dragoon chuckles fondly, expression warming at the thought. "Every winter, she and dad would decorate while mom and I were out. Dunno why, but it always surprised us. Though we haven't really done it since the war." Again his sunny expression fades. Nothing has been the way it was, not for a long time.
But now isn't the time for sulking. Clearing his throat, Koa rallies, forcing his expression to warm again. "So, spill. How'd you and Alys wind up getting together?" His eyebrows waggle expressively, eager for a sappy love story to brighten the mood.
