No better version I could pretend to be tonight
"Thanks again for inviting me, Mis- er, Ronin, sir!" Koa corrects himself with a grin, throwing the Nova a playful salute. He's dressed for training, with his boxing wraps on and escrima sticks in a bag across his shoulder. A light tank-top and joggers complete the simple ensemble, Koa's well-defined physique already glistening in the strange island's humidity. It's a truly bizarre place, and an unlikely location for the lad to have chosen given his general insecurity around plants, but when your personal hero invites you for training?
Look, Koa would have found his way to the moon.
The Dragoon continues his trek up the beach, doing his best not to appear dubious as he inches his way around a particularly hungry-looking vine and its pile of bones. "This place sure is, um. Unique?" A curious tendril reaches for his laces; he nudges it away with the toe of his boot, slightly afraid to actually harm it lest the trees take their revenge. "Certainly a good place to practice footwork." Optimistic to the end, that's our boy.
Look, Koa would have found his way to the moon.
The Dragoon continues his trek up the beach, doing his best not to appear dubious as he inches his way around a particularly hungry-looking vine and its pile of bones. "This place sure is, um. Unique?" A curious tendril reaches for his laces; he nudges it away with the toe of his boot, slightly afraid to actually harm it lest the trees take their revenge. "Certainly a good place to practice footwork." Optimistic to the end, that's our boy.
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