Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
The response inspired another deep laugh, careful not to jostle the infant in his arms. “Of course.” He could imagine coming back to the Grounds with his Bag of Holding stuffed to the brim with all the necessities and assortments required. Pondering gifts aside, his mind roamed elsewhere. Little did he realize free time was going to be nearly nonexistent come the following season, given everything about to occur, but it didn’t mean his machinations didn’t frame all sorts of aspects and possibilities. “Would you want to go on a monster hunt with us some time?” Presuming Fox would like to as well – given it was his occupation. “Outside of Halo, obviously,” he grinned, giving her a light wrinkle to his nose again.
