you can turn off the sun, but I'm still gonna shine
"Let's see..." Pulling his notebook from his pocket, Koa checks on the remaining reports. "We've got something that may or may not be a gourd nibbling toes in the Eye, and then some "ghostly activity" - he air-quotes - "in the Temple. So nothing too emergent, I'd say." Glancing back at Zavien, he raises a brow. "Besides - I don't think anyone will want you addressing their concerns until after a shower," Koa drawls, wrinkling his nose at the charred pumpkin disaster that is his fellow Dragoon.
The decision made, Koa nods his head. "Lena, should we get in on this clean up action while this one" - he juts a thumb at Zavien - "washes off? Can't take him anywhere, can we?" Grinning cheerfully, he sets off toward where a group of civilians has already assembled cleaning supplies, grabbing a large brush and setting to sweeping up pumpkin guts after Pip dries them out with flaming breath.
The decision made, Koa nods his head. "Lena, should we get in on this clean up action while this one" - he juts a thumb at Zavien - "washes off? Can't take him anywhere, can we?" Grinning cheerfully, he sets off toward where a group of civilians has already assembled cleaning supplies, grabbing a large brush and setting to sweeping up pumpkin guts after Pip dries them out with flaming breath.
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