Koa
Time does indeed do some wibbly wobbly shit, and before Koa knows it the day is fading and the coconuts are cooked. And though he's skeptical at first, by Frey's tits, the lightly toasted meat inside is shockingly delicious. Koa's eyes grow wide at the first bite, boyish delight making his face flush in the setting sun. "Woah," he says, expressively, around a mouthful of sweet, smooth meat. "Woah, that's good."
In a nest of massacred shells and half-singed fibers, Pipsqueak expresses her agreement with a loud, smoky burp.
Though his stomach may be contented, Koa's curiosity is not. "What's that one for?" He gestures with his knife to the untouched coconut Hadama first claimed, smaller than some of the ones they feasted on tonight. "Dessert?"
In a nest of massacred shells and half-singed fibers, Pipsqueak expresses her agreement with a loud, smoky burp.
Though his stomach may be contented, Koa's curiosity is not. "What's that one for?" He gestures with his knife to the untouched coconut Hadama first claimed, smaller than some of the ones they feasted on tonight. "Dessert?"
i can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away
