#ic;fox

[victeux]

"You do that normally? Kinda fucked." As if he could speak on what was 'fucked' or not, but at this point in time he felt like he could. "Like, in a cool way, maybe. What do you do that for? Work?"

[victeux]

Fox had begun to familiarize himself with this situation of waking up in a messy, shitty alleyway. Dried blood caking his face and hands, gore buried under his fingernails, a few unrecognizable remains of an animal scattered about; it had been the same the past few times, and this occurence was no different. Curses spilled from the man's mouth as he moved to sit on his knees. A deep breath, followed by a suppressed gag at the stench of the blood and remaining flesh strewn about, although it wasn't much. It seemed he had been particularly famished with how clean the area was aside from the isolated spots. That meant the cleaning process would be that much easier, at least.

Hands grab the least bloody area of his shirt and he begins attempting to wipe the mess on his face off, when the slightest noise jolts him to full alertness and eyes snap to one end of the alley. They weren't very close, so maybe they couldn't exactly see what was around him? "It-- I- I'm good! I'm cleaning this, don't worry!" His words correspond with his actions, as he moves to begin gathering the various remains-- possibly a coyote?-- into a pile. "All good, just a little messy! So, I wouldn't come over here! Ah, shit.." The panicked, sudden movements cause him to sway before he sits back on his knees. He could only hope his vague attempts at shooing the other away had worked.