when I'm at the mall, security just can't fight them all
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying to tan my cheeks
What Nova lacks in technique she more than makes up for with enthusiasm, and Koa finds himself laughing affably, charmed as she gracefully flails halfway out of her dress. "It... wasn't bad for a first attempt," he allows with a grin, eyeing the pink and blonde hair that tangles wildly around her ears. "You're very graceful. I'm sure you could dance circles around me, given the chance." He winks, and maybe it's an invitation? It's not like he'd say no to dancing with a pretty girl, should the opportunity arise.
Though something tells Koa that Nova doesn't need any invitation. She strikes him as a comet, or a child on a sugar high. No doubt she would still be going long after he'd bailed from exhaustion and sore feet.
"Here - how about one more for the road. I think you'll like this one. It's called cat stance." Koa lets his right leg bend slightly, the left extended, though also bent, toes barely on the floor. Raising his weighted arms, he positions them ahead of him. "The idea is to look like a frightened cat, ready to scratch an opponent."
Though something tells Koa that Nova doesn't need any invitation. She strikes him as a comet, or a child on a sugar high. No doubt she would still be going long after he'd bailed from exhaustion and sore feet.
"Here - how about one more for the road. I think you'll like this one. It's called cat stance." Koa lets his right leg bend slightly, the left extended, though also bent, toes barely on the floor. Raising his weighted arms, he positions them ahead of him. "The idea is to look like a frightened cat, ready to scratch an opponent."
Koa Carpenter
We headed to the bar, baby don't be nervous
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service
No shoes, no shirt, and I still get service
