[center]The air became tense as Foxy and Alex made eye contact. The large metal pirate was still, quietly gazing down the hall at the human through its one good eye. A better look at its motionless pose gave it an almost beckoning look. With the glimmering hook raised just in front of him, it was almost as if he was in the middle of motioning for the young man to come closer. Then the loud clattering of a pan echoed from the kitchen. In one violent motion, Foxy's head turned and his pointed ears perked up. The eye patch across his right eye lifted up and he froze, his fanged jaw now hanging open. The air grew more tense.[/center]