"Nn, thanks," Fox says through a grumble as Kiada comes to help him out of his shirt, and soon enough he's just as damp and uncomfortable, but stripped to the waist - so halfway there. And as he turns to see Kiada struggling just as hard, the hunter can't help but scoff out a laugh, reaching forward to assist. "Oh, you know how it is. Maybe there's a mud monster, maybe some other beastie shows up, and I have to head out to fight it."
Such is the way of a monster hunter.
For now, the only thing he needs to fight is Kia's shirt, and he nods his agreement at her suggestion. "We absolutely will. Hopefully this is the only Flowerbirth where it's like this, though." And hopefully it fucking stops soon.
Still, once he's freed his fellow Ancient from her clothes (top half, at least), he offers out a hand to lead her up to the shower.
Such is the way of a monster hunter.
For now, the only thing he needs to fight is Kia's shirt, and he nods his agreement at her suggestion. "We absolutely will. Hopefully this is the only Flowerbirth where it's like this, though." And hopefully it fucking stops soon.
Still, once he's freed his fellow Ancient from her clothes (top half, at least), he offers out a hand to lead her up to the shower.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
