”Things are rarely so bad as how we make them out to be in our minds,” Fox says with an exaggeratedly sage tone of voice, as if he isn’t often also the victim of his own anxieties and expectations. But this isn’t about him right now, so… yeah. Shut up. Luckily, Kiada is an expert at distractions, and he’s still blushing and staring quite determinedly down at the menu as she hails the attention of a nearby waiter, leaving Fox to mumble his order alongside her.
Two ningo pot pies, an ale for himself and whatever the lady at his side would like to order later, and the server is on their way and Fox finally feels the heat burning in his cheeks begin to fade somewhat. ”Will you ever be tired of making me flustered, I wonder?” he asks, the words soft with affection as he gazes down at Kiada. ”Or will I perhaps just… get used to it eventually? Because between you and me, I really hope I don’t.”
Two ningo pot pies, an ale for himself and whatever the lady at his side would like to order later, and the server is on their way and Fox finally feels the heat burning in his cheeks begin to fade somewhat. ”Will you ever be tired of making me flustered, I wonder?” he asks, the words soft with affection as he gazes down at Kiada. ”Or will I perhaps just… get used to it eventually? Because between you and me, I really hope I don’t.”
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.
