idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Koa hasn't been home as much as he'd like, but he tries. At least once a week - more, if he can help it - the oldest Carpenter child pops back to his family home, usually for dinner or the occasional overnight.
Nobody'd been home when he got in today, in an unusual twist. After searching for any of the three usual denizens, Koa'd shrugged and decided that there was only one course of action to be taken. Setting Pipsqueak to play lookout on the roof, the young Dragoon had wrapped himself in a sheet and sequestered his bulky frame into their hallway closet.
And then he'd waited.
And waited.
And--- yeah no okay it really wasn't that long.
Warned by Pip, Koa waits eagerly for his sister to come inside, doing his best not to wiggle with anticipation at his own trick. Five seconds, ten... only when it sees she's closed the door and set down her things does the Dragoon finally burst out from hiding, draped in a (mostly) white bedsheet, his arms upraised and voice booming out with a playful: "BOO!"
Nobody'd been home when he got in today, in an unusual twist. After searching for any of the three usual denizens, Koa'd shrugged and decided that there was only one course of action to be taken. Setting Pipsqueak to play lookout on the roof, the young Dragoon had wrapped himself in a sheet and sequestered his bulky frame into their hallway closet.
And then he'd waited.
And waited.
And--- yeah no okay it really wasn't that long.
Warned by Pip, Koa waits eagerly for his sister to come inside, doing his best not to wiggle with anticipation at his own trick. Five seconds, ten... only when it sees she's closed the door and set down her things does the Dragoon finally burst out from hiding, draped in a (mostly) white bedsheet, his arms upraised and voice booming out with a playful: "BOO!"
koa
