Fox will never admit it, but The Sparkbird's Nest does look quite welcoming as it comes into view, especially against the moody backdrop of thunder charged skies and threatening rain, and he feels his shoulders start to relax as Kia continues to lead them forward. "It's true," he admits. "We've developed a few mutual friends in the time we've known each other, though I'll freely accept you've introduced me to most of them. And I can check Remi off that list now too." Chuckling, he steps up and onto the porch.
Feeling her pause and then press in against him, Fox's brow furrows and he slips his arm around her properly in a half hug, dropping a kiss into her dark hair between the wicked points of her horns. "That sounds like a nice idea, yes," he murmurs, straightening up again with a smile. "I've got one for each of my parents, and another for my older brother, though... for all I know, he might not be dead." It's not something he dwells on very often, though, preferring to remember him as if he's gone and avoid the complicated feelings that might otherwise arise.
Feeling her pause and then press in against him, Fox's brow furrows and he slips his arm around her properly in a half hug, dropping a kiss into her dark hair between the wicked points of her horns. "That sounds like a nice idea, yes," he murmurs, straightening up again with a smile. "I've got one for each of my parents, and another for my older brother, though... for all I know, he might not be dead." It's not something he dwells on very often, though, preferring to remember him as if he's gone and avoid the complicated feelings that might otherwise arise.
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
