"Mm, I thought you might," Fox says with a knowing grin, clearly content with this course of action if for no other reason than because it will make Kiada happy (and certainly not because Asta's recommendation had been a good one - how dare it). "And come now, that's hardly fair. I don't know if it's a good idea for me to become obsessed with something that has to be imported all the way from Halo." He doesn't even bother to object to her remark about the chicken - what can he say? As a fyrhund he enjoys chasing them, as a man he enjoys cooking and eating them.
Sitting comfortably by the window to watch as the first few drops of rain begin to pat against the glass, he's surprised but not unpleasantly so as Kiada sits beside him, his arm stretching automatically around her shoulders to tuck her in close against him. "Mm? No, I'm not sure you did," he says of the names she mentions. They don't sound familiar to him in any case. "More friends from worlds away?"
Sitting comfortably by the window to watch as the first few drops of rain begin to pat against the glass, he's surprised but not unpleasantly so as Kiada sits beside him, his arm stretching automatically around her shoulders to tuck her in close against him. "Mm? No, I'm not sure you did," he says of the names she mentions. They don't sound familiar to him in any case. "More friends from worlds away?"
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.
