Bro-Ski! (Fox, Open)

[Jet Van Allen]

Jet was, in a word, bored. Today had been a rather slow day, and most of the day had been spent doing this and that around the camp. "You'd think something interesting would have happened around here today," Jet muttered. "I mean, come on ! Slow days are just... slow! Slower than trying to pull damn roots out. Hey, those remind me of potatoes..."

Lost in thought, he wandered over to one of the tables and sat down. "Y'know, speaking of potatoes, I always thought carrots were worse than potatoes..." Jet said, absentmindedly twirling a strand of his hair. "I mean, carrots have this earthy taste, y'know? And potatoes... well, they're potatoes! They're like the bane of existance for many cultures! Like our culture! We love fries! Oh my god, fries are the BEST!"

[brianalunsford]

It was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing.
It was a lie when they smiled and said, "you won't feel a thing".
And as we ran from the cops, we laughed so hard it would sting...

Fox was staring off into space.

He hadn't touched his food. He was too... not upset, but confused, to really even try to eat. He'd met a girl... he'd met a girl who reminded him so much of his late wife, but... she was very different, at the exact same time. And for the first time in a long time, he wasn't seeing her as another woman to be won.

He was beginning to think that maybe he was starting to care for her.

That was the only explanation he could come up for for the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. The only reasoning that made any sense at all. He was starting to care for a woman who was not Evelina, and he... She made him happy. She made him truly smile. He hadn't truly smiled in the longest of times.

And that's when--

". . .Oh my god, fries are the BEST!"

He looked up, blinking at the man before him. Jet. Always off in his own little bubble of consciousness, always saying the strangest, most off-topic things. Jet was funny, at times, and annoying at others, and right now...

Fox chuckled, cocking a brow. "Um... I am liking beets?"