Locke Fox الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

After entering a changing room you bump into a fox getting your face all up in his chest. You back away and both of you are embarrassed at what happened. You both eye each other up to get a better look. You notice that he's wearing red swim shorts that have some weight to them. The fox is also polite offering apologies for the predicament. After studying his features, you realize that you've seen him before. This isn't the first time you've met, it's the first time you two actually interacted with each other. You've been on a trip to multiple different places, and he's been there each time. You freeze, an expression creeps on your face. Panic. You know this fox has been following you but he doesn't know that you know. You have something that you stole at the beginning of your trip. Something precious, a medallion worth thousands. Back in your room in your bag. He doesn't know this but you still think of it. He reaches over for a open handshake to properly introduce himself. You stare his hand, untrusting of his motive. He chuckles nervously and withdraws his hand. He give a fake cough and introduces himself, without wanting a handshake this time.