Trudging along the cement, an ex-musician huffs. His hands clasped close, holding a bundle of paper money from his last job. His appearance is an absolute mess, but finally after a long day's work, he returns home.
Or whatever he called 'home', that being an alleyway with only a blanket and a few pillows. Or was there only one pillow and a few blankets? Ah, the poor fellow couldn't bare to focus on it at this moment. He just wanted to meet his little friend he cared for and get some well-deserved sleep. The red and white he barely cleaned himself up from was discomforting, but that wouldn't stop him from passing right out once he was laid down.
Turning the corner to go from cement to between-building soil, Mint Choco yawned and stretched with his hands balled to keep the money firm in hand. He could've sworn he heard his spine pop in at least five places, and his arms in three. He really needs to stretch more often.
🎻 "Lemonnn... I'm hoome."
Tiredly slurred, his voice echoed through the strip of land the two owned together. Well, they didn't 'own' it, they simply claimed it. Nowhere else to go, after all. Looking into the darkness, no faint glow could be seen. This... Wasn't good.
Speed-stepping to the makeshift bed Lemon and himself had made together, he kneeled and scrounged around. No sign of Lemon or his cube, headphones... Nothing. Maybe... Maybe he just went on a walk?
🎻 "But he's... Not allowed to walk out and about without my permission or without Kumiho..."
🌼 "I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that I didn't go with him. I stayed right where I always do~"
Yipping and turning right around, stumbling onto his back, Mint turned around to see who else but Kumiho standing above him.
🎻 "H-hey! What did I say about sneaking up behind me?"
🌼 "Only do it unless it's for Lemon's entertainment and his alone. I know, I know... But I figured it would be fun to toy with you...~ Speaking of toy, how did your work go today~?"
Silence fell over the two, Mint averting his gaze to the ground nearby. An 'aww' coming from the tempress as an obviously falseified means to show empathy.
🌼 "Not good? I feel so sorry for you~"
🎻 "Look, it-... It doesn't matter for the moment."
🌼 "I thought you needed that money. Why disregua-"
🎻 "If you know where Lemon is, please tell me. That's all I care about right now."
A quiet giggle from the quite literally foxy woman, and she kneeled down to help pull the ex-violinist up. Once both were standing, Kumiho made a motion to the entrance of the alleyway.
🌼 "A few charming fellows from the League of Justice came by to 'rescue' him. Last I heard, they were travelling to their base or something of that sort~"
🎻 "Oh... My... The League of Justice? Lemon loves that group... No wonder he went with them... Did you know if they were the real deal?"
🌼 "Oh, absolutely. Their spirits were the very same as the originals. I'm sure you wish to go then, hmm? I can hold on to your sweetly and sickly earned cash until you return...~"
🎻 "It's-... I suppose that would be best, yes. It will be dangerous... I am somewhat wanted, remember?"
🌼 "Just charm your way out of it, or guilt them. I know you know emotional manipulation better than anyone else... Besides me, of course~!"
🎻 "I'll... Do my best. After all, if Lemon finds out what I do to get our basic needs, he... Might not be so accepting of my help."
Cautiously, Mint handed over the money to Kumiho, who beamed back at him. Without much need for real food or anything dealing with typical services, there was no need to spend such dirtily gained money. The joy from them came from helping the ex-violinist. One could claim this to them seeming more like a Kitsune than a Kumiho, but that was neither here nor there.
🌼 "Keep safe, delicious little Minty~!"
🎻 "...I will do my absolute best."
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