FOX
There's no need for Deimos to grimace - Fox has been busy by the infirmary tent himself since he arrived, given the fact that travelling by skyship still gives him horrific motion sickness. Luckily he's not looking quite so green now, and he's been able to watch and observe some of the other fights taking place (the Sword's included, and that's not intimidating at all).
"Deimos," he greets, rising to his feet from the upturned crate he's been seated upon, offering a wave in return and running his fingers through his dark hair. "They were as good as can be expected. I don't travel too well," he explains with a boyish sort of laugh. He can laugh now that it's over, and he's not expected to go back on the ship any time soon.
"Ah, this must be your son?" Smiling at the bundle strapped to the Sword's chest, Fox wonders if it would be appropriate to mention that it doesn't make Deimos seem any less daunting for it. "Congratulations on your fights as well, by the way."
"Deimos," he greets, rising to his feet from the upturned crate he's been seated upon, offering a wave in return and running his fingers through his dark hair. "They were as good as can be expected. I don't travel too well," he explains with a boyish sort of laugh. He can laugh now that it's over, and he's not expected to go back on the ship any time soon.
"Ah, this must be your son?" Smiling at the bundle strapped to the Sword's chest, Fox wonders if it would be appropriate to mention that it doesn't make Deimos seem any less daunting for it. "Congratulations on your fights as well, by the way."
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
