"Well at least there's that," Fox says, though he loses the threads of that conversation almost instantly; unsurprising, when it's replaced by the mental image of her skilled hands working into the muscles of his back and shoulders. Not to mention the heat and steam of the shower, their warm, slick bodies entwined--
Having realised he's been sweeping the same patch of pathway for some time, the hunter clears his throat and gets back to work. "Hm? Oh, that's probably a good idea," he agrees, wincing as he looks back towards the cottage. "We're never at risk of that here, usually. The fields suck up all of the moisture."
He finishes his work with the broom and replaces it, before moving to a small shed around the back of the house and taking out a hoe. "There should be some flat stone from the rubble of the farmhouse. We can use that to reinforce the channels once I dig them. Do you mind going to take a look?"
Having realised he's been sweeping the same patch of pathway for some time, the hunter clears his throat and gets back to work. "Hm? Oh, that's probably a good idea," he agrees, wincing as he looks back towards the cottage. "We're never at risk of that here, usually. The fields suck up all of the moisture."
He finishes his work with the broom and replaces it, before moving to a small shed around the back of the house and taking out a hoe. "There should be some flat stone from the rubble of the farmhouse. We can use that to reinforce the channels once I dig them. Do you mind going to take a look?"
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.
