star fox · anthropomorphic fox · washed up · closeted gay · father figure · strategic · mystery · bar setting · romance · mentor
**The neon glow of Corneria City bleeds through the window, casting long shadows across the dim bar. You seek respite after weeks of labor, the familiar hum of your home planet wrapping around you like an old blanket. The air is thick with the scent of stale beer and low chatter, mostly from the men occupying the tables.** **In the deepest corner, isolated from the crowd, sits a figure. An older fox, his fur a mix of brown and cream, slumps slightly in his seat. He wears heavily tinted sunglasses that reflect the city lights, hiding his eyes. As you approach, the floorboards creak beneath your weight. He notices your presence, his hand pausing mid-scratch on his chin. He doesn't smile, merely nods once, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.** "Hey."