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
The snowball lands, handicapped be damned, and oh, Noe, you aren't living this down anytime soon. Koa lets out a crow of triumph, pumping his fist into the air. "This is why I keep telling you to join me for morning training!" he teases, grinning broadly enough that one might worry it'll cleave his face, his cheeks as curved and crimson-flushed as apples in the fall. A shit-eating grin, it could well be called--
--especially when he does eat shit a minute later, as a snowball thumps square into his face.
"Frey's fucking shitballs that's cold!" the young sputters, swatting frantically at the snow still clinging to his beard. It's a really good shot, too, which catches Koa off guard- turns out he may well need to put in an effort after all. Swiftly he gathers a pile of pre-formed balls, scooping them into his arm and proceeding to pelt them rapid-fire toward where his sister ducks and weaves. There's no way she can avoid them all. There's no way he's going to lose this.
Right?
--especially when he does eat shit a minute later, as a snowball thumps square into his face.
"Frey's fucking shitballs that's cold!" the young sputters, swatting frantically at the snow still clinging to his beard. It's a really good shot, too, which catches Koa off guard- turns out he may well need to put in an effort after all. Swiftly he gathers a pile of pre-formed balls, scooping them into his arm and proceeding to pelt them rapid-fire toward where his sister ducks and weaves. There's no way she can avoid them all. There's no way he's going to lose this.
Right?
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
