Fox never got tired of stargazing. Spending most of his time in space, he could see stars whenever he wanted, but somehow the spectacle never wore thin. He'd watch stars from the bridge of the Great Fox or from the shady atmosphere of a planet's surface with all the same awe and wonder of a five-year-old. Something about the scope of it--space--always made him feel tiny and lost in the most reverant way, when he let his mind wander that far out.
He was resting in the cool grass with his comrades and at peace with his place in the universe when Zidane asked out of the midnight blue, "Which is better, fur or feathers?"
"Feathers." "Fur," issued from their respective bearers.
Falco shot Fox a challenging look. "Feathers."
"Fur," Fox reasserted.
Falco scoffed, "You would."
"You would," Fox fell back on fifth-grade debate tactics.
"You would times infinity."
"Ouch," the furry submitted. The two resumed stargazing.
Zidane, not entirely understanding how that played out, sighed respectfully. "...Game, set, match."
(Finally colored this thing. Open Canvas and MS Image Composer.)
Star Fox (c) Nintendo
Final Fantasy IX (c) Square