❝ Can you look at me? Please? ❞
fox -> machinamentum
It's borderline embarrassing. As much as she'd like to liken him to some sort of stray dog begging for attention—he's anything but.
He's a rabid fox. Hungry, unpredictable, uncontrollable.
"Just leave me alone already," as much as she snaps back at him, she's aware that this man is like a terminal disease. "I'm not in the mood to play games with you, Char."












