I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
Surrendering the find back to Meliar, with the instructions given and received, Fox watches with curiosity for a few moments as the leatherworker prepares the satchel and gets out his dyes. "Thank you. I'm a hunter by trade, so if you like I can provide more pelts or furs as payments." He smiles before turning from the counter; he doesn't particularly like to do anything with an audience, so it seems rude to simply wait and stare.
As Asta approaches, tall and regal and charming all over again, this time Fox seems a little less on edge at least, glancing to the small piece of leather in his hands. "I would never have thought to come down here," he agrees, giving a small smile to the other Ancient and nodding at his question. "It is, yes. She often has to write quite a bit of correspondence, so I thought it would be easier to have something to carry everything in."
He glances to a shelf with a few leatherbound, blank journals stacked upon it, reaching out for one to flick through. "Perhaps this as well," he murmurs. "So she can write her own notes and letters. Are you shopping for yourself or someone else?"
As Asta approaches, tall and regal and charming all over again, this time Fox seems a little less on edge at least, glancing to the small piece of leather in his hands. "I would never have thought to come down here," he agrees, giving a small smile to the other Ancient and nodding at his question. "It is, yes. She often has to write quite a bit of correspondence, so I thought it would be easier to have something to carry everything in."
He glances to a shelf with a few leatherbound, blank journals stacked upon it, reaching out for one to flick through. "Perhaps this as well," he murmurs. "So she can write her own notes and letters. Are you shopping for yourself or someone else?"
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
