it's not what it looks like
The fox made a quiet, content little noise at the fingers that went scritching behind his ear, one of his hind legs trying and failing to mimic the motion for a second. He eventually melted into the touch, tilting his head back so Remi could scratch under his chin, too. My wagon? he asked, idly flicking his tail. You'd be right, there. It only shows up when I want it to. Chuckling, he opened golden eyes to gaze up at Remi.
In but a moment there was a man where there had once been a fox, and Ianto flashed the other man a mischievous grin, knowing and caring nothing for having his head in Remi's lap. "But, luckily enough, I can take you to it without issue. What was the purpose of your visit, might I ask?"
In but a moment there was a man where there had once been a fox, and Ianto flashed the other man a mischievous grin, knowing and caring nothing for having his head in Remi's lap. "But, luckily enough, I can take you to it without issue. What was the purpose of your visit, might I ask?"
