@diexirae requested a fox's company.
☀ : It is... actually, what time was it? When thought is given to how this ship goes around and travels about, the sense of what time was is hard to pin down. But really, that's splitting hairs and beside the point. Fox was trying to get some sleep but a certain neighbor was being rather inconsiderate. So she finds herself at his door. Thoroughly, knocking. And knocking. And knocking.
He couldn't stop playing today. It was just like that time in Russia, when he took the mantle of Amadeus Alter, the impostor of the one he will kill, in order to keep the Terrible in slumber.
Whenever he did this, it was almost as he felt close to that man. Close to his neck, whose fate was his to crush, his flesh to stab, his blood to boil. That was his only raison d' etre.
Until a certain vixen perturbed his unholy requiem.
"..." the garment of Amadeus Alter dissolved into the air, leaving only a greyed man adjusting his tie. After his rhythm was broken this way, he had no choice but to check and open the door, meeting an outrageous looking fox in the wake of its opening.
"What brings a maiden alone here? Would Master approve of this?"














