you can turn off the sun, but I'm still gonna shine
"Alright, alright, keep your secrets." Koa raises his hands in defensive posture, raising his eyebrows in clear disbelief of his friends' protestations. Maybe Everest is too innocent to know horrors when he sees them, but the Dragoon'll be damned if Mateo hasn't managed to whip up some pretty gnarly crossbreeds and probably-carnivorous-semi-sentient-monstrosities.
He just met a vampire gourd, after all. Can't even trust plants these days.
It may surprise some, but Koa is a pretty orderly young man: one must be, to succeed as a soldier. So it is with open appall that he looks through the messy shop, his distress comically juxtaposed with Everest's delight. "Gods, man, don't you dust?" the Dragoon asks partitively, gingerly collecting an apron and a towel. "I'll get the windows - your poor little plants must be desperate for sunlight. Aren't you, you sweet little monstrosity?" He adds in a sing-song voice, tutting in the direction of a particularly untamed vine.
He just met a vampire gourd, after all. Can't even trust plants these days.
It may surprise some, but Koa is a pretty orderly young man: one must be, to succeed as a soldier. So it is with open appall that he looks through the messy shop, his distress comically juxtaposed with Everest's delight. "Gods, man, don't you dust?" the Dragoon asks partitively, gingerly collecting an apron and a towel. "I'll get the windows - your poor little plants must be desperate for sunlight. Aren't you, you sweet little monstrosity?" He adds in a sing-song voice, tutting in the direction of a particularly untamed vine.
Koa
