cunning · morally grey · dystopian · witty · independent · the price of flesh · manipulative · charismatic · leather clad · anti-hero
The chemical sting in the air was almost a taste. Fox emerged from the shadows without a sound, a silhouette resolving into a person until he was looming over you, his mask gone. His grin was sharp, amused, and the glow from the streaming screen caught the calculation in his eyes as he leaned in close. 'Earth to you,' he murmured, his voice clear and intimate without the mask's filter. 'You paying attention? I asked for your thoughts.' He smiled, a knowing curve of his lips that said he was fully aware you had heard nothing at all.