Not noticing (or choosing to ignore) Talyson's protests, Koa commits to his silent shopping with a great deal of gusto. Two coins being less than he expected to pay, the Dragoon is quite happy to hand over the fee. The merchant takes the money, a pleasant collection of bubbles exhaled as she packages the axe. Finned fingers extend the wrapped weaponry toward the boys, and with a wave Koa accepts his prize, before turning and thrusting it toward Tal. Now we're even, his copper eyes glitter from behind the glassy mask.
And then he sets off once again, not giving the Messenger time to protest or thank him if he wants to keep up with his friend. Rolling over and looking back, Koa rubs his stomach expressively before pointing to some nearby food, and then again at Tal. Lunch is on you, the universal gestures convey. Though what Mer eat (and how they eat it) is far beyond Koa's ability to imagine.
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And then he sets off once again, not giving the Messenger time to protest or thank him if he wants to keep up with his friend. Rolling over and looking back, Koa rubs his stomach expressively before pointing to some nearby food, and then again at Tal. Lunch is on you, the universal gestures convey. Though what Mer eat (and how they eat it) is far beyond Koa's ability to imagine.
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