No better version I could pretend to be tonight
Gratitude blooms over Koa's face, a crooked smile breaking wryly through the gloom. "Honestly, it sucked, but the worst part wasn't that she turned me down. It's everything that happened after." He sighs, scrubbing his hand across his face. Truth be told, he's still not convinced he made the right choice by rejecting Sohalia's offer - but he's also still rather confused by the whole damn thing, and a little offended, if we're being frank.
But back to the fight.
Surprise and delight fill Koa as his little ploy works, Ronin toppled down to the ground by the younger Dragoon's tug. Grinning fiercely, the boy scrambles to get his feet under him - only to be immediately assaulted by a faceful of sand and mud. "Oh fuck, ew." Still crouched, Koa sputters as earth seeps between his lips, trying to scrub the dirt from his eyes and only succeeding in smearing it across his face like a toddler's warpaint.
Hands dirty and grin feral, the Dragoon shoves forward off his heels and into - he hopes - a tackle. Because while this started as a dignified boxing match, it is apparently going to end as a good ol' fashioned mud wrestle between two pretty men, and honestly? I ain't mad.
But back to the fight.
Surprise and delight fill Koa as his little ploy works, Ronin toppled down to the ground by the younger Dragoon's tug. Grinning fiercely, the boy scrambles to get his feet under him - only to be immediately assaulted by a faceful of sand and mud. "Oh fuck, ew." Still crouched, Koa sputters as earth seeps between his lips, trying to scrub the dirt from his eyes and only succeeding in smearing it across his face like a toddler's warpaint.
Hands dirty and grin feral, the Dragoon shoves forward off his heels and into - he hopes - a tackle. Because while this started as a dignified boxing match, it is apparently going to end as a good ol' fashioned mud wrestle between two pretty men, and honestly? I ain't mad.
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