Unbalanced Galaxy

The son of Nemesis smirked. "Yeah, I know you didn't mean like that. My mind isn't always in the gutter unlike yours." Koda rolled his eyes and scooted closer to Jarek so that the son of Ourania's feet were overlapping his. "Isn't else you like seeing? Or is there anything you want to talk about?"

Koda huffed. "Yeah, Utah. That's where I'm from. Beautiful landscape, Mormons, middle of nowhere, heavily Native American." The son of Nemesis shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know why Nemesis was there in the first place, but it's whatever." Koda shifted some and looked at Jarek. "Being here is a breath of fresh air."

He shrugged. "It just is. Being in new scenery changes your prospective of things." He stated, tilting his head to the side. "Not all of us can be privileged like you, Jarek."

Koda smirked, shaking his head. "And what helped you get there? Huh? You think if an African immigrant were to try and be a band person he would have the same opportunity as you? No. Not likely at all." Koda shook his head. "Anyway, let's not turn this conversation ugly. What things do you like about Liberec."

"Hm. How old is the Czech Republic anyway?" He asked, tilting his head to the side with a smile on his face. He didn't know where the smile came from, but he knew that it was probably because of Jarek's cute one. "Like, 500 years old or something?"

"So because your country is still a few hundred years old. You just became independent in the 90's." Koda shrugged his shoulders. "Understandable." He looked at Jarek and smiled a bit before plucking his nose. "Twinkie."

The son of Nemesis smirked. "Yeah, it is." He shook his head and laid down on his bunk and rolled over onto his back. Koda looked over Jarek and smiled a bit. "What's on your mind?"

Koda smirked and closed his eyes. He liked it whenever someone played in his hair. The son of Nemesis sighed peacefully. "That's because my name is already a nickname. If my full name was Lakota like my cousins, then you could call me ''Kota', but it isn't."

Koda raised an eyebrow to look up at Jarek. "Yeah, no. You're not calling me a 'coda' especially if it's already my name. but with a 'c'." The Native American scoffed and shook his head. "Try something else, Twinkle Toes. I'm sure you'll come up with a really interesting name for me." He opened his eyes just to wink at him.

Koda smirked. "Never said you were, Stars." He opened his eyes and studied his face. When asked the question, Koda raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking me what's it like to be Native American? It's great. Every college wants you at their school and even better, when white people tell immigrants go back to where they came from, I get to tell them the same thing. It's wonderful and sad at the same time He answered without much sass. "What else do you want to know, Czech boy?"

Koda smirked. "It was fine. Traveling across the country was amazing. I don't know why people don't do it all the time." He sassed, rolling his eyes. He looked up at Jarek, then back at the ceiling. "It was sort of a culture shock to be honest with you Twinkles."

Koda couldn't help, but to smile at Jarek's sass. That's one thing he absolutely loved about him. Koda nodded his head. "That make sense, actually. Foreigners sticking together in a new place or in your case, a new country." The son of Nemesis shifted some so that he was lying on his side so that he was facing Jarek.