In this particular case, straight is Fox's sin, but given the sliding scale of sexuality, who can really be sure at any one time? Scoffing at the next question fired his way, Fox nods and opts for the higher road of bodily fluids and processes. "Feeling hungry and tasting liquor has been a nice change," he hazards, ducking around the branch Bart has kindly held back for him to step through.
Unlike the other man, Fox hasn't managed not to make a face at the new lows he's expected to reach to function normally, and he shakes his head somewhat sadly in response. "It's the act itself," he explains. "Like an addict craving a hit, almost. I can tell when it's coming, at least. Raw food starts to taste better." It's not an easy admission, honestly, and he shoots an apologetic glance in Bart's direction. He had asked, though.
Unlike the other man, Fox hasn't managed not to make a face at the new lows he's expected to reach to function normally, and he shakes his head somewhat sadly in response. "It's the act itself," he explains. "Like an addict craving a hit, almost. I can tell when it's coming, at least. Raw food starts to taste better." It's not an easy admission, honestly, and he shoots an apologetic glance in Bart's direction. He had asked, though.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
