you can turn off the sun, but I'm still gonna shine
"Ow." Koa rubs his cheek petulantly, lower lip pushed out in an exaggerated sulk. At least the vine seems to appreciate him, though the soldier isn't quite sure how he feels about the experience of a semi-sentient tendril waving slowly at his head. He responds with a friendly, if uncertain, boop, grinning as the plant curls around his calloused finger. Maybe it's not so bad, after all.
Ah, but there are morefriends plants to fetch, and so Koa bids farewell to the vine before setting off to survey the pots. "I've got the big boys," he announces cheerfully, never one to miss out on an opportunity to (literally) flex. As he sets about carefully arranging pots through the store (with frequent requests for guidance, such as which needs more light or whether two trees need to be separated), he'll ask his friend: "Hey, Teo, you wouldn't happen to have any snow moss or red lichen lying around, would you? I need 'em for a quest."
Ah, but there are more
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