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[therushingsky]

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Re: voice: private

[therushingsky]

"Hey, Quentin!"

Rhys has lost his prosthetic arm in the few days since they've seen each other last, but he seems to be in okay spirits. He waves his one remaining hand.

"I... I like it, but I don't trust myself to take care of anything that needs water to live."

A lot of houseplants have died under his watchful gaze.

Re: voice: private

[magician_king]

"I mean in the short term. Like me- and I'm hard to kill."

Starting to strip his cardigan and t-shirt up and off.

"Turn around-"

Suggesting belatedly, as they tangle over his head and elbows.

Re: voice: private

[therushingsky]

"Oh! Yeah, that I love. You can stick around and be whatever you want. It's not like I'm going to forget to feed you--"

Then he realises what's happening and turns around to protect Quentin's modesty.

Re: voice: private

[magician_king]

He hums, and then patters over, four footed and familiar- though Rhys had to carry next time so he's never seen the fox's tendency to romp.

Re: voice: private

[therushingsky]

"Oh, hey, back again so soon, huh?"

Rhys is gonna crouch down and just immediately administer some headscritches to this little white cloud.

"You need a little break from your big sad brain, huh?"

[magician_king]

He looks up at him, with a very serious little face- foxes can be sad too, but they're more easily soothed, and the petting settles him down right away.

It's nice to have somewhere to escape to.

[therushingsky]

Ugh, that is such a Quentin face. Rhys smooths the Fox's fur down behind it's ears, wondering how bad Quentin was feeling to retreat into Foxishness.

"So what now? You wanna watch a movie? Do you need food? You wanna explore the Barge at ankle height?"

[magician_king]

He wants to butt up close to him and bother Rhys's face with his nose, but all of the above will be fine with him, by the way he trots in underfoot.

[therushingsky]

"You wanna cuddle on the chez lounge?"

Rhys offers finally, tantalizingly. God, the trotting. Quentin as a fox is just one of Rhys's official favorite Quentin's. He drops onto the lounge and pats beside him, encouraging the fox to bound up.

"Were you feeling lonely today, huh? Still giving each other some space?"

[magician_king]

He does- he sits down back on his haunches, then leaps up into the air like a kernel of corn popping,, up and onto the chaise with him. He does the exact thing he did last time, clambering Rhys, oblivious to what feet are jabbing into what throats, kidneys, etc, but very friendly.]