the gray sky was vast and real cryptic above me
Koa had never thought he'd find it weird to be home but, well... it is. Weird, like returning to your elementary school ten years later, even though he'd only really been gone a handful of weeks. Inviting Kaisel over tonight a step toward shaking out that weirdness; his cousin had always been a fixture at the Carpenter house, and Koa hopes the bright enormity of his presence will be enough to chase out those last cobwebs and ghosts.
The loud bang of an opening door followed by a familiar voice heralds Kai's arrival; Koa places his beer on the coffee table and hops up from his seat on the couch, striding over to take one of the bags that's precariously perched in his cousin's arms. "Did you buy the whole shop out?" Koa laughs as he leads the procession back inward, depositing the package of fabric and beads and strings and are those feathers? onto the living room floor. Stepping back, he puts his hands on his hips, shaking his head amusedly as he surveys the preposterous haul. "Pretty sure there's enough shit here to make costumes for the entire squad."
Big words for someone who also overshot, as Kai will discover when he makes the journey to their kitchen. The counter is covered with an orderly smorgasbord of indulgences: chips of various flavor, jerky, cookies, gummy worms, and even an obligatory platter of fruits and vegetables cover the granite top. "Beers are in the fridge," Koa calls, though he doubts that Kai needs any prompting, "And I've got the good stuff out here." Indeed, in the center of the coffee table sits a familiar wooden bowl, filled to the brim with a childhood favorite: furikake chex mix, a family recipe passed down on their mothers' side, and one the boys had overindulged in on many a sleepover, back in the day.
The loud bang of an opening door followed by a familiar voice heralds Kai's arrival; Koa places his beer on the coffee table and hops up from his seat on the couch, striding over to take one of the bags that's precariously perched in his cousin's arms. "Did you buy the whole shop out?" Koa laughs as he leads the procession back inward, depositing the package of fabric and beads and strings and are those feathers? onto the living room floor. Stepping back, he puts his hands on his hips, shaking his head amusedly as he surveys the preposterous haul. "Pretty sure there's enough shit here to make costumes for the entire squad."
Big words for someone who also overshot, as Kai will discover when he makes the journey to their kitchen. The counter is covered with an orderly smorgasbord of indulgences: chips of various flavor, jerky, cookies, gummy worms, and even an obligatory platter of fruits and vegetables cover the granite top. "Beers are in the fridge," Koa calls, though he doubts that Kai needs any prompting, "And I've got the good stuff out here." Indeed, in the center of the coffee table sits a familiar wooden bowl, filled to the brim with a childhood favorite: furikake chex mix, a family recipe passed down on their mothers' side, and one the boys had overindulged in on many a sleepover, back in the day.
Koa
I wanted you to love me like you used to do
