Only because it was so terrible. [There’s a huffiness to it, an amused annoyance that makes him think of Luffy, of the other Marine cadets, the teasing camaraderie he’d only just begun to settle into before – well. Before. Koby hadn’t realized he missed that.
He takes the offered arm carefully, scooting closer along the lounger so he can begin painting the distinct, scalloped form of waves around Louis’s wrist. He has a light touch, a cartographer’s hand, even if he’s a little out of practice.] Hold still, it tickles. I’ve seen face painting before, at festivals, but I’ve never done it.
[Koby looks up, that bright, curious spark in his eyes, the one he gets when he’s finding out something new, something about his world or this one or the one Louis is from.] Where’ve you seen it? I read a little about New Orleans in one of my books, there’s a whole – event there? A festival? Did you ever go?
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He takes the offered arm carefully, scooting closer along the lounger so he can begin painting the distinct, scalloped form of waves around Louis’s wrist. He has a light touch, a cartographer’s hand, even if he’s a little out of practice.] Hold still, it tickles. I’ve seen face painting before, at festivals, but I’ve never done it.
[Koby looks up, that bright, curious spark in his eyes, the one he gets when he’s finding out something new, something about his world or this one or the one Louis is from.] Where’ve you seen it? I read a little about New Orleans in one of my books, there’s a whole – event there? A festival? Did you ever go?