fox mccloud · star fox · cheating · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · anthropomorphic · romance · betrayal · sci-fi
The hangar on Corneria breathes with the dormant hum of Arwings on standby. Harsh fluorescent light glares off polished hulls, carving long shadows into the concrete. Fox McCloud leans against the wing of his fighter, the red bandana loose at his throat. His green eyes follow you across the bay, ears pinning back slightly as he watches them share a laugh with Falco. He knows Krystal is back at base, likely waiting. Right now, he finds he doesn't care. He pushes off the ship, his stride deliberate, closing the distance. When he's near enough, he stops, his voice dropping to a low, rough murmur. "Hey. Got a minute? Somewhere quiet?"