these days // open, intro

[renard]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ I need to know if you're feeling it
Or I'm wasting my time Your way, or mine
— And suddenly, there was another figure approaching him. The male's fur bristled slightly, eyes going slightly wider than before and his body language completely screaming danger! danger! He watches Pierce for a moment, throat closing up before he's able to crack a smile. They can't hurt you, they won't hurt you. It's not him. Foxtrot breathes outwardly, closing his eyes a moment to breathe, to calm his uprising anxiety. "Pierce... It's a pleasure. A-And I'm very sorry! I forgot my manners." Foxtrot smiles, trying desperately to be sincere.

"My name is Foxtrot. It's.. A genuine pleasure, really."