All Aircraft Report!

The 12th (gif/icon) in your folder is your muse's reaction to seeing a very attractive person walk by.

the type that makes you really confused so you’ll hang up on your colleagues  with a snarky comment ugh.

//Seriously though get well soon! Keep yourself comfy but make sure to get fresh air and plenty of liquids.  And I don’t need to tell you this you already know this. But still I am telling. Blaaarg.

“It handles like one of your stupid Arwings. Better if you ask me.” Wolf shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants and stared down at the fox before him. “Controls are different, but I doubt that and idiot like yer-self could screw up flying it.” Wolf narrowed his eyes down at this point. “Anything else you need from me? I have things to do, y’know.”

“You seem antsy to get back to some tedious routine. I figured you’d be more for having some excitement.” Fox’s eyes remained relaxed against the lupine’s cold eye’s glare, but closed them lightly thinking when he was asked if there was anything else. “Nah I think I’m pretty good for going. Although if you wouldn’t mind showing the way to your Wolfen that would save a lot of time.”

"Interesting. I don't recall you stating your decision to help me out. Sending mixed signals to keep me on my toes are we Wolf?" Fox smirked removing the blaster from under Wolf's chin and softly slipping it back into the lupine's holster. "Who says I'm toying around? This isn't some game I'm playing. Believe me I'm deadly serious." Fox explained stepping back from Wolf with a frown shaking his head slightly. "Know that if you dare and attempt to lay a claw on me, I will snap it. Along with your neck." Fox glared at Wolf before easing up some. "Now that we've cleared things up. I need to ask how's that Wolfen of yours handling nowadays?"

An icon pops up on his screen while he lays curled up on the floor, indicating an incoming call. The text underneath reads Incoming Call from Vixy Reinard-McCloud, a dialing tone ringing loud over the speakers.

Remaining on the floor Fox reached up with a limp arm to the keyboard and whipped it with his hand. Dropping his hand back down to hold himself Fox listened as the dialing tone ceased. The room purged into a still silence until it was broken by a mono-toned mutter from Fox. "Yes? What's up?"