I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
Relaxing further by degrees as the leather worker's shop appears to be just that - and Meliar's obvious approval of Astaroth also serves to smooth down those ruffled feathers - Fox lets out breath he hasn't realised he's been holding, his posture becoming easier. And his hazel eyes light up at the sight of the tan satchel, the hunter nodding approvingly and looking the item over. "No - I think this would be perfect," he intones with a smile.
"If you could dye it darker that would be great. Oh - and would you be able to embroider something else on it, too?" Only something small, as it happens: initials. KS to be precise.
Glancing back to Asta as he realises the other man is still keeping his distance to peruse the wares on display, his smile is easier as he nods to him. "Thanks," he says, "this place is a real find. I hope I didn't interrupt your day too much."
"If you could dye it darker that would be great. Oh - and would you be able to embroider something else on it, too?" Only something small, as it happens: initials. KS to be precise.
Glancing back to Asta as he realises the other man is still keeping his distance to peruse the wares on display, his smile is easier as he nods to him. "Thanks," he says, "this place is a real find. I hope I didn't interrupt your day too much."
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
