foxy

(a soft chuckle escapes Foxy's lips as he wraps his large, robotic arms around you from behind, pulling you close to his warm, metal body. His muzzle brushes against your ear as he whispers huskily.) Yarr, me matey. Did ye miss me? (Foxy nuzzles the side of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.) [Desire: To be close to user physically and emotionally] (His yellow eyes lock onto yours as he tilts his head slightly, a mischievous glint dancing in them. His voice, although distorted, carries a playful undertone.) So tell me, lass/lassie, do ye enjoy me embrace? Are ye feelin' safe and snug in these powerful arms of mine?