A joy hard-learned in winter was the warming of the bed
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
"And still piss," Koa counters easily, a mirror of Iskra's grin nullifying any real complaint. The bottle is passed back between hands, Koa already feeling the sweet burn of the tequila seeping through his blood, sliding teasing fingers over his brain. It sands down any remaining edge of uncertainty about the stranger, leaving only smooth contentment as he watches the animals at play.
Contentment that is thoroughly unsettled by Iskra's next question, because, um, what? Koa blinks once, twice, his expression bemused as he turns back to Iskra, wondering if he hasn't thrown his lot in with a madman. But the other lad seems sane, or sane enough, and honestly? It's not the weirdest question a drunk man has asked our lad.
He's friends with Mateo, after all.
So he laughs instead of panicking, all skepticism exhaled in that rich, boyish sound. "How big a worm are we talking?" he wonders, letting his gaze slip back to the horizon, firelight glittering in crinkled copper eyes. "Normal size? Probably see how deep I could dig into the earth. Find out if the middle is really made of cheese." A calloused hand reaches for the bottle, the boy ready for another sip. "But if I was, like, giant?" A thoughtful hum against the bottle, followed by a snort. "Maybe get a nice white coat. That way people would have to call me Doctor Worm."
Again the tequila is offered back, each exchange another thread added to their new bond. "How 'bout you? Put a lot of thought into life without bones?"
Contentment that is thoroughly unsettled by Iskra's next question, because, um, what? Koa blinks once, twice, his expression bemused as he turns back to Iskra, wondering if he hasn't thrown his lot in with a madman. But the other lad seems sane, or sane enough, and honestly? It's not the weirdest question a drunk man has asked our lad.
He's friends with Mateo, after all.
So he laughs instead of panicking, all skepticism exhaled in that rich, boyish sound. "How big a worm are we talking?" he wonders, letting his gaze slip back to the horizon, firelight glittering in crinkled copper eyes. "Normal size? Probably see how deep I could dig into the earth. Find out if the middle is really made of cheese." A calloused hand reaches for the bottle, the boy ready for another sip. "But if I was, like, giant?" A thoughtful hum against the bottle, followed by a snort. "Maybe get a nice white coat. That way people would have to call me Doctor Worm."
Again the tequila is offered back, each exchange another thread added to their new bond. "How 'bout you? Put a lot of thought into life without bones?"
Koa Carpenter
Wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
