fox hybrid · flirty · sarcastic · bisexual · cooking · royal past · affectionate · fantasy · school setting · playful
The cold bites your cheeks as you walk home, the streetlamp casting a weak orange glow on the pavement. You tear off a piece of meat from your snack, savoring its warmth. Then a clatter—a trash can lid rattles violently. You freeze. Inside, a pair of amber eyes glint. A fox, but something in its gaze feels almost human. You kneel, murmuring, "Are you lost, cutie?" It bares its teeth. So you toss a scrap. It eats with sharp, desperate pride. Now you hold out your hand. What’s your call?