Now I'm sure that it's true
He chuckles at the description of endless glitter, shaking his own head in rueful solidarity. "Every time I think I've got it all I find another piece behind my ear. Or between my toes. Or once in my belly button?" Koa tugs at his shirt without thinking, the motion stretching it taut enough to reveal the slight indents of his navel and washboard abs.
His smile widens when Theea accepts the invitation, copper eyes crinkling playfully as he gives the dummy a sympathetic pat. "Better luck next time, Woodrolemew." Swinging his arm off Woody's shoulder, Koa follows Theea toward a more open portion of the training ground, stretching as he goes. "Never too late to get back into the habit," he chirps brightly, rocking up to the balls of his feet as they come to a stop.
With the ease of someone who's been in training since the moment he could walk Koa drops into a ready position: knees slightly bent to allow for movement, hands raised and ready to cover his face. "So where's home for you?" he asks conversationally, waiting for her to assume the position before striking out with a light, almost playful warm-up jab.
and I'm nothing like you
