FOX
The Temple it is, and Fox smiles a soft kiss against Kiada's hair, dropped there almost automatically. When the conversation turns to the type of wine, he comes up empty almost immediately. A beer or liquor drinker by habit, he's not much for wine unless it's offered to him already in the glass, and even then he's the type of man to politely drink what he's given.
And so although he bristles at the sound of Astaroth's voice, his fingers skimming gently across Kia's hip, he hates to say it, but he's not inclined to argue with him.
"I won't rock the boat," he speaks out with a gentle nod. "I know nothing about wine, so if a cabernet is what everyone else prefers, I'm in." And let's be honest, he'll barely taste it if he's drinking it to heal a wound.
Fox gives his agreement with everyone else!
And so although he bristles at the sound of Astaroth's voice, his fingers skimming gently across Kia's hip, he hates to say it, but he's not inclined to argue with him.
"I won't rock the boat," he speaks out with a gentle nod. "I know nothing about wine, so if a cabernet is what everyone else prefers, I'm in." And let's be honest, he'll barely taste it if he's drinking it to heal a wound.
Fox gives his agreement with everyone else!
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
