🍭 @samusings ! (foxy squared)
motion detector alerts a movement behind him shifting the shadows, which pricks his ears. his mouth opening, with yellow-orange eyes peering backwards. "who has entered the funtime auditorium?" the multi-colored fox asks. she feels intruded upon. fingers curling, with an experimental shift in place. the wave of her tail notably tail less friendly than it is in warning. "you are not supposed to be here, unless you are a technician. not unless during specified hours." yellow pans, face-plates shifting in confusion when he lays eyes on the other fox. "who are you?"
This much is true: Foxy does not have any of them fancy upgrades and beepbops and doodads that let him "detect motion". Aye! That's what eyes arrrrr for! His eye was wonderful at detecting motion. Most of the time! The other eye was functioning too, just trapped behind an old patch that creaked and got stuck when Foxy tried to open it. Alas, while the seas may be rough, it was stranger still that the seas of fate had brought Foxy to a...dark basement? Or an auditorium, as a new voice suggests. Faded, messy, orange ears drift towards the new sound, his head cocking to the side at these "rules" being given to him.
"ARRRRGH! Ye be lookin' at the finest sailor in all seven seas, ye combative captain, the dread pirate Foxy!" Hook hand raised to the sky in victory, his chest pushes forward with pride. "I'm no technician! I'm a respected and feared pirate! And who may ye be? Never seen a pirate dressed in...the tones ye wear, but I love a surprise! Lemme know the vulpine vexing me!"
