FOX
Fox can't help but offer a wry smile up at Tal for that - not thanks for warning me it was following me, not thanks for breathing fire at it, no no. But they're both alive at least, and he shifts to get his elbows beneath himself and watch the is-it-dead test take place. "I was hired to kill it as well," he says. "You mentioned someone requested you come and take care of it, before. I guess they must have figured I was eaten."
And it would be funny if it wasn't almost true, Fox using a muddy sleeve to try and wipe at a muddy cheek, which unsurprisingly doesn't work at all. "Mm?" He raises a brow at the question, sitting himself up further and freeing the flailing, unhappy tail from where it's been pinned beneath his body. "I live here," he says, though the tilt of his head and the small smile on his face invites Tal to ask the question he's really got.
And it would be funny if it wasn't almost true, Fox using a muddy sleeve to try and wipe at a muddy cheek, which unsurprisingly doesn't work at all. "Mm?" He raises a brow at the question, sitting himself up further and freeing the flailing, unhappy tail from where it's been pinned beneath his body. "I live here," he says, though the tilt of his head and the small smile on his face invites Tal to ask the question he's really got.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
