Koa
We are young supernovas
Clasping his hands behind his back, Koa waits in anticipation while Deimos examines the documents. Snow crunches beneath his heels as he anxiously shifts his weight; Pip has gone over to play with Erebos, their combination of squeals and croons muted by the fog. Snapping his eyes back up at Deimos' question, Koa shakes his head. "I've already made copies - that's for you to keep." He and his father had been sure to replicate the information into multiple notebooks, Kimo fastidious to the last. "I was going to bring one to Sunjata, but wanted to check with you before reaching out to any other guild members." Because after learning about Ronin, Koa isn't sure who exactly is actively on their team.
His eyes light up at the affirmation, the promise of being able to aid. "I'm working on that," Koa nods eagerly, rubbing his left hand unconsciously over his right. "I have a some tasks from our mutual patroness to complete. Though I think I can check one off today." He smiles crookedly, feeling rather pleased with the solution he's developed. "After that, I'll be able to throw some solid punches against our enemies."
His eyes light up at the affirmation, the promise of being able to aid. "I'm working on that," Koa nods eagerly, rubbing his left hand unconsciously over his right. "I have a some tasks from our mutual patroness to complete. Though I think I can check one off today." He smiles crookedly, feeling rather pleased with the solution he's developed. "After that, I'll be able to throw some solid punches against our enemies."
and the heat's about to break
