Hello, Damian and Raeyn! It’s a pleasure to meet you! Welcome to Let’s Fox About It!
Raeyn: Hi! Thanks for having– Okay, Darling, can you maybe not do this right now?
Damian: No, because not all of us just have time to sit around here chit-chatting. Some of us have runs to prep. Runs that need clean gear. ‘Specially when you keep throwing me into the godsdamned river the first moment someone’s trying to shoot at us.
Raeyn: …I’m never going to live that one down, am I?
Damian: Nope. You know how much water fucks with my gear.
Raeyn: Fine. I’ll let them shoot you next time. Anyway. Hi! Thanks for having us! Apologies for Damian’s manners. PR isn’t exactly one of his strengths.
Damian: Oh, I’ll show you what’s my strength, all right.
Raeyn: I’m sure you will. Though I thought you hated doing this in public–
Damian: Gods, stop that. Anway, hi. Ask your questions so he stops talking. Please.
If you had a free day with nothing to do, what would you do?
Raeyn: Are you sure that question should be “what” and not “who”?
Damian: Dear Gods, for once, can you just not?
Raeyn: But Darling, it’s so much fun to watch you get all flustered.
Damian: Yeah, I bet. Anyway, he likes to bake. Damn good at it, too. As for me, I’m not sure I understand the question? What do you mean a free day with nothing to do? Honestly can’t remember the last time I had one of those.
What do you like best about yourself?
Damian: Um…thought you said this would be a casual conversation? I’m not exactly sure what you want me to say here–
Raeyn: You’re loyal. Fiercely so and to a fault, honestly, but it’s admirable. And you’re good at what you do.
Damian: …and there you go, saying exactly the right thing. You really have a knack for that, irritating as it is.
Raeyn: Oh, but you know you like it. Just as you like it when I–
Damian: Nope! Next question!
What do you like the least about yourself?
Damian: Okay, I take that back. Hell, what kind of interview is this? I mean, I guess I wish I was better at playing it cool but that’s Nymeron’s thing. I go in guns blazing–literally–and make up the rest as I go. I really wish that was enough. I wish it’d saved– Look, can we not talk about this right now?
Raeyn: What he’s trying to say is that we’ve both got our skeletons in our closets. Though some leave more obvious marks than others.
Damian: You know you really need to stop with that. There’s nothing you could’ve done–
Raeyn: And neither could you, so I suppose that makes two of us. I’m afraid there isn’t quite enough liquor for this conversation.
What part of your life are you willing to spend more money on for quality?
Raeyn: Apparel. Obviously. And real food.
Damian: Obviously, right. For me, that’d be guns and ammo to protect his ass and his fancy clothing.
Raeyn: But you do like my pancakes.
Damian: Quit bringing up pancakes whenever you’re losing a debate.
Raeyn: Oh, but Darling, there’s never any losing when pancakes are involved.
When do you consider it an appropriate time to lie?
Raeyn: I’m afraid that’s not something I’m at liberty to disclose.
Damian: What he means is always. And yeah, he might have a point.
What would you like to be remembered for after your death?
Damian: Way I see it, life’s short enough as is, and I’d rather make the most out of it for those around me while I’m alive.
Raeyn: Trust me, you’re rather memorable, Darling. For myself, it’s less about how I would like to be remembered and more about tainted family history I’d like to shed. I want to do better than my father.
Damian: Real low bar here, Nymeron.
Raeyn: Maybe. But it’s the least I can do.
What do you always keep on you?
Damian: Depends. How many guns and ammo can I pack?
Raeyn: I don’t go anywhere without my med kit.
Damian: Yeah, and I really wish you’d take a gun or two along with you while you’re at it. Poison’s awfully inconvenient when someone’s trying to blow your head off.
Raeyn: First, it’s not poison. Well, not just poison. And second, isn’t that what I keep you around for?
If you were in need of comforting, what would be the best thing that someone could do for you?
Damian: Okay, so I’m not one for public touchy-feely stuff, but Raeyn’s trying to get me to like massages.
Raeyn: What do you mean, trying? You know you love it. And yes, lazy mornings in bed never fail to hit the spot. In lieu of that, there’s always good whiskey.
Damian: Or gin.
Raeyn: Yes, though you really need to stop drinking that poor excuse for engine cleaner Coras calls gin.
Damian: You get used to it. Anyway, if you’re paying the tab, it’s top shelf engine cleaner for me.
If you could teach everyone in the world one thing, what would it be?
Damian: How about teaching the Empire to be less shitty about how they treat Voyants and stop being assholes in general? That’d be real swell.
Raeyn: Speaking of the Voyance, I hope to find a way to lessen its negative effects and teach people how to use it instead.
Damian: Yeah, and hell will freeze over first. But sure, keep trying if it makes you happy.
Raeyn: Oh, you know that’s far from the only thing that makes me happy. In fact–
Damian: Yeah. Gods. Time to go, because we’re sure as shit not discussing that on the record. Also, you owe me a drink.
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