"The renovations are nearly done, just a few more things to wrap up!" Like the damn PQ. Koa's pet project is rather near completion, and the lad practically vibrates with enthusiasm. Another step in reaffirming the legitimacy of the Dragoons.
The young man mirror's Ronin's movements, leaning comfortably against the bench. "I can only aspire to one day punch so well a god takes notice," Koa laughs, shaking his head at the very notion. "Boxing is what I'm best at - though I've been trying to pick up more ranged weapons." Like the chakrams that he dug, unused, from a storage closet during the renovations. "Not that I'm exceptional or anything, but I've been known to throw hands." He doesn't mention the minor notoriety he's gained in the underground rings - it's not something he particularly wants his idol to know, that he scrapes and scraps and bloodies noses, down in the city's seedier parts.
The young man mirror's Ronin's movements, leaning comfortably against the bench. "I can only aspire to one day punch so well a god takes notice," Koa laughs, shaking his head at the very notion. "Boxing is what I'm best at - though I've been trying to pick up more ranged weapons." Like the chakrams that he dug, unused, from a storage closet during the renovations. "Not that I'm exceptional or anything, but I've been known to throw hands." He doesn't mention the minor notoriety he's gained in the underground rings - it's not something he particularly wants his idol to know, that he scrapes and scraps and bloodies noses, down in the city's seedier parts.
Koa
