"I think only you are in a position to answer that question." For Bart, the voice will rumble from somewhere overhead, where a figure stands with his back to the sun, casting some blessed shade over the proceedings. Alright, so he sounds suave and dryly amused, but the truth is, at the sound of some colourful language from the direction of where he'd been tracking a pack of ROUS, Fox had broken into a run, and he's still trying to catch his breath about it.
Hazel eyes take in the other man's state of undress, the just-climbed-out-of-a-lake chic he's rocking, the slightly munched upon calf, and it isn't difficult to put two and two together. Stepping around the shrub Bart's using to get cosy, Fox holds out his hand to offer to help the stranger back to his feet. "You alright?" he asks, shifting the bag on his shoulder with his free hand.
Longheat leaves him in a state of mostly undress, so at least Bart won't feel too left out. Then again, Fox is at least wearing pants and a sleeveless shirt, so maybe not.
Hazel eyes take in the other man's state of undress, the just-climbed-out-of-a-lake chic he's rocking, the slightly munched upon calf, and it isn't difficult to put two and two together. Stepping around the shrub Bart's using to get cosy, Fox holds out his hand to offer to help the stranger back to his feet. "You alright?" he asks, shifting the bag on his shoulder with his free hand.
Longheat leaves him in a state of mostly undress, so at least Bart won't feel too left out. Then again, Fox is at least wearing pants and a sleeveless shirt, so maybe not.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
