// one fine day you'll look at me //
Koa smiles indulgently as Pipsqueak answers Fangorn's wave. The expression falters briefly as a memory rattles against his brain; for a second his toes tingle as if with cold, though he cannot quite place why. He's quickly distracted by Melita's grin, pleased to have the nickname so readily accepted. "Heck yeah!"
Coming to stand alongside Melita, Koa eyes the offending crow. "Purple bullshit." He pulls the bow off of his shoulder, reaching for one of the arrows at his back. It's knocked with technical skill but little more; ranged attacks have never been his strength. So perhaps it's no surprise that the arrow flies wide, Koa wincing his embarrassment as the bird calls croaks out a mocking caw.
Coming to stand alongside Melita, Koa eyes the offending crow. "Purple bullshit." He pulls the bow off of his shoulder, reaching for one of the arrows at his back. It's knocked with technical skill but little more; ranged attacks have never been his strength. So perhaps it's no surprise that the arrow flies wide, Koa wincing his embarrassment as the bird calls croaks out a mocking caw.
Koa
// and you will know our love was meant to be //
