The explosion of pink is gratifying, as is the Honeybee's enthusiastic response. Koa can feel the edge of a smile threatening to curve against his lips; like a stubborn child committed to sulking he holds it off, but it's hard.
Instead he focuses his effort on hurtling another powder bomb, even as Mel's flies his way. It's a flurried scramble, to throw-and-also-block, and one he doesn't quite pull off. Never great at hand-eye-coordination, it is perhaps no surprise that his first swing misses. When Koa punches out again, the sphere is now in reach of his arms; it breaks on his knuckles in a spew of green, a single shark of sharp ceramic slicing against his cheek.
Still, could be worse.
Instead he focuses his effort on hurtling another powder bomb, even as Mel's flies his way. It's a flurried scramble, to throw-and-also-block, and one he doesn't quite pull off. Never great at hand-eye-coordination, it is perhaps no surprise that his first swing misses. When Koa punches out again, the sphere is now in reach of his arms; it breaks on his knuckles in a spew of green, a single shark of sharp ceramic slicing against his cheek.
Still, could be worse.
be love in its disrepute,
scorches the hillside and salts every root
