( very deadpan, as andrew stalks back to the group, nose and lips dripping with water. at axel's feet, he raises an eyebrow, before shrugging. )
Maybe it's one of those worldly differences, right, like where you're from, the foxes talk and sing and dance. ( he crouches, hands reaching out to flatten on axel's hips. ) Or I'm dating someone more insane than me. Pretty impressive, Mister Johnson.
( he's not this close for just touch, though. he picks a knife from axel's pocket, sliding the blad out of its hiding place. andrew acts very intrigued by this, predominately so axel doesn't have the space to stop him, sliding the blade across his own palm without so much as a flinch. rather than offer it up, he pushes bloody fingertips against axel's mouth, leaving three stripes against him. )
no subject
( very deadpan, as andrew stalks back to the group, nose and lips dripping with water. at axel's feet, he raises an eyebrow, before shrugging. )
Maybe it's one of those worldly differences, right, like where you're from, the foxes talk and sing and dance. ( he crouches, hands reaching out to flatten on axel's hips. ) Or I'm dating someone more insane than me. Pretty impressive, Mister Johnson.
( he's not this close for just touch, though. he picks a knife from axel's pocket, sliding the blad out of its hiding place. andrew acts very intrigued by this, predominately so axel doesn't have the space to stop him, sliding the blade across his own palm without so much as a flinch. rather than offer it up, he pushes bloody fingertips against axel's mouth, leaving three stripes against him. )
No venom. Eat.