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[therushingsky]

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[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.]