Oh, nope. Absolutely gross. If he hadn't already been thrown off by Tal's thrashing, Koa would have immediately relinquished his friend at the eruption of goopy, inky black that settled on the courier like undersea smog. Unable to hide his alarm or disgust, the Dragoon looks, aghast, at Talyson... who, while now two-toned and inky, at least doesn't seem to be in any pain.
A level of luck that quite frankly, Koa is perfectly happy not to find the end of.
Nodding vigorously at Tal's suggestion, Koa snatches his friend's raised hand before kicking off toward the surface. As interesting as it's been, this has been quite enough underwater adventure. He's ready to feel solid land, and to sit, and to be dry. The underwater world is still cool as shit, but so, he's decided, is land.
A level of luck that quite frankly, Koa is perfectly happy not to find the end of.
Nodding vigorously at Tal's suggestion, Koa snatches his friend's raised hand before kicking off toward the surface. As interesting as it's been, this has been quite enough underwater adventure. He's ready to feel solid land, and to sit, and to be dry. The underwater world is still cool as shit, but so, he's decided, is land.
