shades of cool

I love that avatar!

“Finn and Fox,” she said, tasting his name on her tongue. “Fundamentally fantastic, wouldn’t you say?” Nothing wrong with a little wordplay, right? He was young, fit, and had that certain quality that made him likable. It was a quality that so many others lacked, and if she'd had more brainpower, she would have thought on this quality some more. Thankfully, it was only a fluttering thought before she resumed the conversation, not allowing him much time at all to answer her rhetorical question.

“And what does that mean?” she asked, “At my disposal?” Did that mean he would go to the ends of the earth and do whatever she said? Because if that was the case, he had just blown his chance. Despite what she often radiated, Fox did not want somebody who would do her every bidding. Instead, she searched for something more than that. What it was, she couldn't quite pinpoint... but when she found it, she would know.