( inappropriately, andrew is dressed in head to toe black, long sleeves concealing metal knives that burn his skin, red and angry. if he is uncomfortable, he doesn't look like it, hopping over long arches of tree roots protruding from the ground. at his feet, a baby fox hops with him in perfect tandem, yipping loudly for apparently no reason at all. )
Hot shower? ( he looks over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows, amused. ) Disgusting.
You could probably run there. ( eyes forward again, he shrugs. there's still amusement. ) Leave me for the wolves. It'll be a grand old time.
woods.
Hot shower? ( he looks over his shoulder, raising his eyebrows, amused. ) Disgusting.
You could probably run there. ( eyes forward again, he shrugs. there's still amusement. ) Leave me for the wolves. It'll be a grand old time.