After their chat and drinks at the bar, Fox smiled at Falco. "I um. Falco." He said a bit embarrassed as he looked at him, "Would you want to.. You know. Swing by my place?" he asked him as he looked at him.
The pheasant shrugged his shoulders.
“Sure, why not. I have absolutely nothing to do and it’s raining cats and dogs. Better be dry and warm than walking to the Great Fox now.”
“Cause in Zoness that TLC thing means other stuff. Sexual stuff. That’s why.“
“…Put those crime shows before I regret having ask ya. I will have that time to recuperate, but I still don’t know what are we recuperating ourselves for in first place. I‘ll learn to crochet and make you a scarf and those grandma things.“
“It’s a figure of speech bird brain.” he said as he grinned and put on the cop show.
He say back on the couch and relaxed as he watched TV with Falco. He had to admit, that he hadn’t done this in a very long time with Falco.
“Isn’t everything a figure of speech, you furry ball...? Don’t do to that to your car, man, they are gonna get ya! God, that thief is really stupid...”













