'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done
Surprised to find himself half stumbling into Kiada's embrace, Fox nonetheless melts into it, his arms slipping around her in turn so he might hug her back, savouring the simple touch that had been such a rarity for him not all too long ago. "Work tends to keep me busy. It probably can't hurt to show my face a little more in the Inner Quarter, though," he admits with a crooked smile, hazel eyes slipping shut as she withdraws and touches her forehead against his own.
"I'll start with Charlie, however ambitious that might be," he decides, chuckling; either the exuberant priestess will get along with him famously, or he'll return home socially exhausted and happy to continue life as mostly a loner. Drawing her up and against his chest as she glances up at him once more, Fox tilts his head and offers her a slightly bashful grin.
"Once I would have said any season apart from Deepfrost, but with the bonfire... I really don't have a preference," he says, unsurprisingly enough. "Does the future Mrs Sinclair have a preference?" It still gives him a small thrill to think about that, as if unsure whether it's real.
"I'll start with Charlie, however ambitious that might be," he decides, chuckling; either the exuberant priestess will get along with him famously, or he'll return home socially exhausted and happy to continue life as mostly a loner. Drawing her up and against his chest as she glances up at him once more, Fox tilts his head and offers her a slightly bashful grin.
"Once I would have said any season apart from Deepfrost, but with the bonfire... I really don't have a preference," he says, unsurprisingly enough. "Does the future Mrs Sinclair have a preference?" It still gives him a small thrill to think about that, as if unsure whether it's real.
FOX
I need to be youthfully felt, 'cause God I never felt young
totally sniped from odd ilu
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
