@kadcn | ♥’d.
tap-tap-tap go nail rims against lemon wood, demanding attention where his heavy tongue cannot. he has to effect another two gentle knocks before any heed is given, but he carefully lifts his hands (and with them, that selfsame wood) when it finally happens, revealing a mask of foxlike features.
he points at it with a lone finger, brows rising in question. (❛ are you a keaton? ❜ dithers on the tip of his tongue. ❛ i’ve never seen one like you before. you’re really pretty! ❜)
















