That, at least, Fox has an answer for - and a very confident one at that. "I have had a lot of practice with running," he assures Tal, not that he's ever tried it in water that feels as though it's rising far too quickly to be funny. Not that he finds any of this particularly funny to begin with (though he imagines others, dear reader, might think it hilarious).
Busying himself in wrestling the terrarium properly shut while Tal tries - and fails, and grovels, and succeeds - to get his dragon moving, it's blessedly not too long before the two men and the reptile are wading their way to what he hopes very much is light, open air and safety. "You know what," he pants as he schleps his way forward to the distant opening in the tunnels. "Fuck Rae's Sphincter. And any other holes it's got, too."
Busying himself in wrestling the terrarium properly shut while Tal tries - and fails, and grovels, and succeeds - to get his dragon moving, it's blessedly not too long before the two men and the reptile are wading their way to what he hopes very much is light, open air and safety. "You know what," he pants as he schleps his way forward to the distant opening in the tunnels. "Fuck Rae's Sphincter. And any other holes it's got, too."
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
