I think I can manage being collateral damage
Lifting his brows, Everest glances up, looking around in the wrong direction before finally catching sight of his friend. Lifting a hand he waves at Koa before leaning back onto his knees and offering a helpless little shrug. "Nah, I could never." He chuckles, his dimples softly appearing on his cheeks.
Setting down the little bag so Koa could add seeds to it, the aviator gestures to the tear that he'd tied into a rough knot as visual evidence. "I was going to bring them to the shrine for Frey, but they spilled on the way." He explains with a sigh. And so naturally he'd been forced to stop and pick each and every one up. His OCD might have been at an all-time low thanks to the infection, but that didn't mean he wasn't still prone to doing things the hard way.
"What're you doing down here?" In Torchline, he means.
Setting down the little bag so Koa could add seeds to it, the aviator gestures to the tear that he'd tied into a rough knot as visual evidence. "I was going to bring them to the shrine for Frey, but they spilled on the way." He explains with a sigh. And so naturally he'd been forced to stop and pick each and every one up. His OCD might have been at an all-time low thanks to the infection, but that didn't mean he wasn't still prone to doing things the hard way.
"What're you doing down here?" In Torchline, he means.
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