Never having heard the term fixin' bugs, even having been an Ascended, Fox can only hum his agreement and hope the conversation doesn't stray too far into a topic where he has to pretend that he knows that he's talking about. Luckily he does at least know about his own health (he thinks), the hunter offering Bart a crooked smile and nodding, inching closer to the shoreline even as the other man skitters back towards him.
"I don't remember the last time I even had a check up," he confesses. "Didn't really need them as Ascended, and the Grounds doesn't exactly have much any more in the way of a medical presence. Apart from you, that is." And whatever hedge witch nonsense that goes on in the farmlands, he imagines.
As for the ROUS, Fox glances back at his new acquaintance. "Got a big, sharp stick you could stab them with?" he wonders. "I should be alright, but it depends on their numbers. You don't have to stick around if you don't want to - at least you got your clothes back."
"I don't remember the last time I even had a check up," he confesses. "Didn't really need them as Ascended, and the Grounds doesn't exactly have much any more in the way of a medical presence. Apart from you, that is." And whatever hedge witch nonsense that goes on in the farmlands, he imagines.
As for the ROUS, Fox glances back at his new acquaintance. "Got a big, sharp stick you could stab them with?" he wonders. "I should be alright, but it depends on their numbers. You don't have to stick around if you don't want to - at least you got your clothes back."
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
