Roxanne Foxy Cox -

Roxy didn't turn around. "It’s called maintaining perfection, Foxy. Something you wouldn’t understand with that... aesthetic." She gestured vaguely at his exposed endoskeleton joints.

Foxy smiled, his sharp teeth glinting. "That I do, Roxy. That I do." roxanne foxy cox

He walked further into the room, his presence grounding the sterile, high-tech space. He reached into his tattered coat and pulled out a small, glowing trinket—a discarded neon shard from the Raceway that he had polished until it shone like a diamond. "Found this on me travels through the vents. Thought it might suit the finest racer in the Plex." Roxy didn't turn around

As the two stood together in the neon glow, the gap between the old world and the new felt smaller. The wolf and the fox, hunters by nature but performers by design, found a rare moment of peace before the morning sun would bring the crowds and the masks back once again. aesthetic

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