[ Hexd was absolutely fascinated by the approach of the fox and was quick to walk closer to investigate. Vex, in the meanwhile, had not yet snapped out of whatever reverie he was in, but he was definitely there. His head could be seen over the back of the chair, and he held the neck of his beer lazily out over one of the arm rests.
Well, he was there in the physical sense, at least. Mentally he seemed to be a thousand miles away. At least Hexd was aware enough to speak: ]
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Well, he was there in the physical sense, at least. Mentally he seemed to be a thousand miles away. At least Hexd was aware enough to speak: ]
Vex is home, Mr. Johnson. This way.