idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Hope you have your running shoes. Hardy har har. Koa squints suspiciously at Melita, not convinced this isn't an overt reference to his (still) missing boots. He's got sneakers on today, tightly laced, his legs tucked under him in a position of readiness to spring up and sprint at Melita's call.
Noe's question has him smirking with a wry shake of his head. "Oh, I'm sure she has some sort of twist," he murmurs back to his sister, glancing at the other two unknown players of their game. And sure enough the twist comes, with permissive cheating added in. And while the Dragoons may disagree with cheating in all forms, Koa is all for maximizing any available advantage when it comes to competition.
With Noe on his right and an unfamiliar boy on his left, Koa is ready to se someone's goose get cooked.
Noe's question has him smirking with a wry shake of his head. "Oh, I'm sure she has some sort of twist," he murmurs back to his sister, glancing at the other two unknown players of their game. And sure enough the twist comes, with permissive cheating added in. And while the Dragoons may disagree with cheating in all forms, Koa is all for maximizing any available advantage when it comes to competition.
With Noe on his right and an unfamiliar boy on his left, Koa is ready to se someone's goose get cooked.
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