there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
"Mm, I think that's probably a good idea," Fox says with a nod, continuing to pick up and examine parcels, though he can't see any name labels or anything that might indicate them belonging to one individual over another. "Maybe it's some publicity stunt," he suggests with a half smile over his shoulder at Kiada - though that thought is soon stifled by the snowballs arcing overhead.
"Oh, that's not good--" Trudging through the snow to Kia, he throws an arm around her shoulders and turns as if to brace for impact. If she chooses to make a run for it, hopefully his body will act as a decent shield for at least the first few steps.
Fox stays put!
"Oh, that's not good--" Trudging through the snow to Kia, he throws an arm around her shoulders and turns as if to brace for impact. If she chooses to make a run for it, hopefully his body will act as a decent shield for at least the first few steps.
Fox stays put!
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
