"Oh, well. If you put it that way, perhaps I will get the ningo. It looks as though they have a ningo pot pie that I'll most definitely be ordering," Fox says with a sly smile, his fingers absently playing through the tips of Kiada's dark hair. He pauses, though, as he senses the shift in her mood with almost automatic understanding; her fidgeting with the menu, the apologetic slant to her smile, the way her gaze drops - it all has his brow furrowing with concern.
"Ah, I'm sorry to hear that..." he begins as he hears about Auni. Never having had a companion himself, he can only do his best to imagine what it might have been like for Kia to lose them. And as for Chuy? His eyebrow raises a little to hear of the man and how he fit into Kiada's life - it isn't the norm, he thinks, to randomly bring up past boyfriends to one's fiance, but he reserves his judgement. At least until he hears that, as far as Chuy must be concerned, Kia has just gone missing again.
Him being a ningo farmer feels like the most uninteresting part of her story (and Fox isn't going to lie, suddenly ramphire steak sounds better for reasons he isn't going to explore), the hunter clearing his throat and politely waving off the server who comes over to indicate that they'd like some more time. "So as far as he knows, you're either dead or missing, and still together...?" he hazards, as gently as he can.
"Ah, I'm sorry to hear that..." he begins as he hears about Auni. Never having had a companion himself, he can only do his best to imagine what it might have been like for Kia to lose them. And as for Chuy? His eyebrow raises a little to hear of the man and how he fit into Kiada's life - it isn't the norm, he thinks, to randomly bring up past boyfriends to one's fiance, but he reserves his judgement. At least until he hears that, as far as Chuy must be concerned, Kia has just gone missing again.
Him being a ningo farmer feels like the most uninteresting part of her story (and Fox isn't going to lie, suddenly ramphire steak sounds better for reasons he isn't going to explore), the hunter clearing his throat and politely waving off the server who comes over to indicate that they'd like some more time. "So as far as he knows, you're either dead or missing, and still together...?" he hazards, as gently as he can.
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.
