you can turn off the sun, but I'm still gonna shine
"Pleasure's all ours. Sorry about the noodle." Indeed, Pip's response to Splat is, perhaps predictably, bite. Or at least to try to bite - darklings seem like things that would be rather good at writing out of mouths, and besides, both young men are quickly trying to separate their respective companions.
Introductions complete (Hi, Fox), Koa listens with boyish eagerness to the instructions, ready to get to work. And true to form, when the tasks are doled out our young meathead opts for the one that seems like it involves the heaviest lifting, his chin jerked toward the maligned door. "I think I can handle that - I'm a Carpenter, after all," the boy jokes rather lamely, groan-inducing quasi-pun underlined by a shit-eating grin.
So he sets about work, taking screwdrivers to old hinges and measuring out where new ones will have to take their place.
Koa opts to replace the door.
Introductions complete (Hi, Fox), Koa listens with boyish eagerness to the instructions, ready to get to work. And true to form, when the tasks are doled out our young meathead opts for the one that seems like it involves the heaviest lifting, his chin jerked toward the maligned door. "I think I can handle that - I'm a Carpenter, after all," the boy jokes rather lamely, groan-inducing quasi-pun underlined by a shit-eating grin.
So he sets about work, taking screwdrivers to old hinges and measuring out where new ones will have to take their place.
Koa opts to replace the door.
Koa
