[Foster doesn't answer for quite a bit; he's sort of busy right now, and honestly he did mean to answer once he finished this sentence, or at least this thought, but....
... well. He's frowning at his book, marking his place with one claw before he looks up.]
They're sex pills.
[He doesn't even actually manage a smile, but.
You know, the only interest you share with him besides vore jokes.]
no subject
... well. He's frowning at his book, marking his place with one claw before he looks up.]
They're sex pills.
[He doesn't even actually manage a smile, but.
You know, the only interest you share with him besides vore jokes.]