When Kai finally shows up it's with a hot, skip, and a jump, as buoyant as if he hadn't nearly been burst open like an overheated hot air balloon. It's unexpected, but not unwelcome, causing something tight in Koa's chest to unclench and unwind. The resulting relief is almost nauseating, and a little anticlimactic. It seems that Koa's the only one still nursing a bruised ego from the handful of sharp words thrown between them.
Kai had bigger wounds to deal with, if we're being fair.
Still, Koa's laugh is warm and easy, his face shifting neatly to a crooked grin as he takes in his cousin's eagerness. "Going a little stir crazy?" He can only imagine - even in the throes of illness, he's never known Kai to stay put for more than a few hours at a time. House arrest with his parents must have been utter torment.
They slide into familiar fighting stances with the ease of people who have been doing it their whole lives - quite literally, given that Kaisel was still in diapers when their wrestling lessons began. Scoffing and shaking his head, Koa smooths a hand over the soft scale of his shirt. "Wasn't planning on it," he answers cockily, raising his hands in preparation. "You ready to get blood on that nice top?"
He's in his groove-- and then he's nearly skidding out of it, his flow a screeching record scratch as Kai brings up Soh. Color heats Koa's ears, his eyes flying wide before narrowing, his grin challenging and fierce. "Land a fucking hit first, then you can ask about my personal life." And without missing a beat the Dragoon surges forward, swinging a right hook at Kaisel's abdomen. A warm-up jab, really.
Kai had bigger wounds to deal with, if we're being fair.
Still, Koa's laugh is warm and easy, his face shifting neatly to a crooked grin as he takes in his cousin's eagerness. "Going a little stir crazy?" He can only imagine - even in the throes of illness, he's never known Kai to stay put for more than a few hours at a time. House arrest with his parents must have been utter torment.
They slide into familiar fighting stances with the ease of people who have been doing it their whole lives - quite literally, given that Kaisel was still in diapers when their wrestling lessons began. Scoffing and shaking his head, Koa smooths a hand over the soft scale of his shirt. "Wasn't planning on it," he answers cockily, raising his hands in preparation. "You ready to get blood on that nice top?"
He's in his groove-- and then he's nearly skidding out of it, his flow a screeching record scratch as Kai brings up Soh. Color heats Koa's ears, his eyes flying wide before narrowing, his grin challenging and fierce. "Land a fucking hit first, then you can ask about my personal life." And without missing a beat the Dragoon surges forward, swinging a right hook at Kaisel's abdomen. A warm-up jab, really.
There'll always be a few things, maybe several things
That you're gonna find really difficult to forgive
That you're gonna find really difficult to forgive
