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[foxy_rogue]

The door bursts open, and a fox (no really) in a green tunic (not kidding) and a beige hat (complete with red feather) strolls into the bar, bow in hand and quiver slung over his slim shoulders.

This fox is in an extraordinarily good mood. Dreamily good, even, singing under his breath as he half walks, half waltzes along.
"Once, we watched a

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[fabled_fox]

Four leg fox.

Two leg fox.

Meeting for the first time evar!

Meeting might invole some tripping if neither is careful.

[foxy_rogue]

Robin?

Trip?

Surely you jest.

He does, however, tip his hat to the oddly naked fox as he passes by. Just because you are an outlaw does not mean you cannot have good manners. Robin's mother would be so proud.

[fabled_fox]

Naked? How can Fox be naked? He's got fur to cover himself with!

"Hello, other fox."

[foxy_rogue]

He has no clothes! No clothes generally equates to naked, you know.
"Good eve, sir." One must be polite to the mad, for they are protected by God.

See, Robin remembers some things from church.

[queenofmay]

Marian, sitting in a booth sipping tea while taking her security shift, looked up when she heard the clear singing because the mun really can not resist and has been wanting this for months!.

She's a little taken aback that she finds a fox shaped person singing, but it's Milliways so she lets it slide trying not to focus on it overwhelmingly too much.

Waiting for a pause some place in his singing she offered, "That's quite lovely."

[foxy_rogue]

Robin, in a ridiculously good mood (Marian is in Nottingham! And he's going to win a kiss! FOXY GLEE!) bows extravagantly to the lady, even if she is another one of these oddly furless creatures.
"A fair eve to you, sweet lady, and I thank you for your generous praise of my poor skill."

Robin gets... theatrical, when in a good mood.

[queenofmay]

Marian's smiled widened a little, letting her eyes brighten in amusement at his words.

"Is there a name to it? Or a reason for such a joyous lilt?"

[foxy_rogue]

"My sweet lady fair will be attending an archery contest." Robin reports, grinning goofily. "And she is to present a kiss to the winner."

Never mind that the contest is being held by one scurvy Prince John - that's a minor, and ignorable, detail.