aworldforusall | (no subject)

WHO: A Completely Normal Fox™ (Kurt) and everyone else!
WHERE: Some park somewhere
WHEN: Somewhere near the beginning of the year
OPEN/CLOSED: Open!
PROSE OR BRACKETS: I will be using brackets, but you can use prose if you like!
WARNINGS: Possibly trickery, but mostly just pure adorableness.

[It's a strange sight to some people, maybe. A park filled with people or pets -- even less filled because of the usual cold -- is still noisy and intimidating to wild animals, so having a small little fox just confidently stride out into it is quite a sight. It's a pretty thing, covered in really fluffy fur, pure white but for the black spots on its paws, back legs, ears, and tail tip. It even seems to have different colored eyes... one purple, one green! Though perhaps most noticeably... and it doesn't seem to be the least bit intimidated by the dogs around. In fact, it's the other way around: the dogs seem rather insistent on staying away from it!

The little fox trots around the park happily, beelining for any person who has any kind of food it can sniff out. Once it's gotten the person's attention, it proceeds to roll around on its back, stand up on its back legs, give little yips or chatter, and anything cute it possibly can until they give up and give it at least something. A few brave enough to try petting it are rewarded by feeling just how soft that fur is and getting a friendly lick from the fox itself.

Of course, things are never as they seem, and those who can pick up on it will be able to easily feel the aura of trickery and age hanging around the fox like a cloak. He can't manage to hide that, but it doesn't really matter. He's not too worried about someone singling him out.

Spotting yet another person, he trots up to them, sitting up on his back legs to wave his paws in the air in the cutest way he can manage.

Yip yip! How about sharing?]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Winter. Long nights, short days, and lots of snow. The perfect season for a warm, fuzzy coat - which is why Soma has broken his fur-lined long coat out of storage, gigantic floofy collar and all. He's currently sitting on a bench, enjoying the crisp air and the sounds of children playing nearby, enjoying a hot sausage on a bun. An utterly normal way to spend a day for most people, even if they do happen to be looking for a murderer.

When the little fluff ball wanders over and tries to cute his way into a bit of sausage, Soma doesn't even bat an eye at the aura it's projecting. The dogs are avoiding him too, after all, and so are their owners. One demon in sheep's clothing to another, Soma offers the floof what remains of the sausage - a pretty decent meal, all things considered, for a normal animal of that size.

Of course, that's no more an ordinary fox than Soma is an ordinary young man.]

[Ah yes, food! It's Soma's own aura that had drawn the fox to him, the little creature interested in it -- and rather pleased by it, all things considered. The floof ball happily snaps the sausage down, tail swishing around as he licks his teeth for a moment.

And then he's moving again, hopping up onto the bench to fearlessly flop into Soma's lap and curl up on it. Ah, yes... warm person.]

[Well, it's not attacking, or trying to eat him, or anything like that, so it probably isn't hostile. So, Soma will do what any normal person would - start petting. Because a fluff is a fluff, even if it happens to be a demon fox.]

Better be careful. Animal Control has been on the lookout for strays lately, and I'd hate to see them get hurt.

[He is more than happy to take the petting, making a soft, content noise and stretching out so Soma can reach more points. Once he speaks, though, that ear flicks, what looks like an amused smile crossing his face as he rolls onto his back.]

Oh, don't worry. I've seen them.

I hope you didn't cause them too much trouble. They're doing a necessary job, after all.

[The petting continues, largely because it's pretty hard not to pet something that floofy when it's acting like that, even if you know it happens to be sentient, ancient, and potentially dangerous. Given the overall reaction, he figures it's safe to assume the kitsune doesn't have demivampire on its menu for the evening, at least.]

[Oh trust him, Soma wouldn't be on the menu if he was starving to death. He's kind of got this thing of not trying to make dinner of things that could seriously harm or kill him, after all.]

Only if it's been a mean one! Otherwise I just stay out of the way.

Well, that's good then. What brings you to Birchpointe? Is Japan getting too crowded lately?

[Pet, pet, pet. Floof, floof, floof. Seriously, there's gotta be a law or something.]