[se] a rollercoaster kind of rush

Some people crash two or three times
And then learn from their mistakes

Koa sinks down gratefully beside the stranger, mangled kite clutched tightly between his hands. "Thanks," he sighs, spreading the thing out on the grass to inspect for damages (and reparability). "I really should've just bought a premade one, but I wanted to prove I could do it and... well." The results are clear in front of them, in the form of the poor Frankenstein's homunculus that could generously be called a 'kite'.

It's abundantly clear that Koa doesn't have the slightest idea where to even begin on his repairs, but luckily his attention is quickly distracted by the appearance of a bundle of white fluff and sharp claws. "Is that an ursur?!" the Dragoon gasps, copper eyes flaring wide with excitement and delight. Leaning over for a better view, the young man all but wags his tail. "Oh my gods, what a cutie! Sascha? Hi girl!"

Koa extends a hand to the bear, while Pip claws her way up onto his shoulder, peering cautiously from behind his neck. "Awww, she's a good girl though. Nothin' to be scared of here, right?" His smile brings apples to his cheeks, the happiness punctuated by Pipsqueak's curious trill. "Pip won't bite, and we love new friends. Isn't that right, Pipsqueak?"

Koa Carpenter

But we are the ones who don't slow down at all
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall