#kitsuneva

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Kitsuneva 4

I stared at the tail-waving fox on my table. It looked terribly smug and self-satisfied. I don't know how an animal could actually do that, but here we were. Steve didn't seem to be bothered. I was a little hurt. Admittedly, sometimes I didn't exactly hit the right tone, social-etiquette-wise, but he didn't need to assume I was stealing animals. Steve told me what my schedule for the next week would be and ignored the fox sitting on my table. I at least walked closer and stood next to it. It looked up to me, tail still waving. And I remembered what the handler had told me, looked her in the eyes and said, in a strict tone: "Eva. Down"

She made a whining noise, but did as she was told. Now she walked around my legs like a cat. A cat on dog-hardware, seriously. "... even listen to me, Allan?" "Mh?," I looked up from petting my guest. Steve stared at me, then rolled his eyes: "Just take your schedule. I put your ice cream in the freezer, relax a little. But call the set, alright?" He smiled, a little crooked, patted my back and went in the direction of the door. A short visit. He does that. Needs to check on me, he says.

When the door clicked close, I returned my attention to the fox whose fur I'm running my hand through. Eva looked perfectly content, getting pet like that. I sighed and called her handler, I had her number saved, thankfully. "Hey Sophie, I... am terribly sorry for stealing Eva, I could have sworn I locked the cage, do you want her back immidia-" She interrupted me: "Mr. Riverson? What are you talking about?" "What?," I blinked and continued petting. "Eva's right here?," she said, ad sent a photo a second later. There a fox was, snoozing in it's basket. My hand stilled. And my eyes flicked over to the fox next to me. It still looked like it was enjoying itself. But it wasn't Eva. It... what. "Wait a second." I made a photo of not-Eva. "Who's that, then?" "Huh," she sounded a little huffy, "Sure does look a lot like her, but... no. It's not, Eva's right here, perks up when I call her name, too" When the fox started to look unhappy, I continued the pets. I had the distinct feeling it was very much able to growl as well. "Do you... do you know any other trained foxes? Because this one... listens," I felt a little at a loss, really. "I... suppose I can try," it sounded nonplussed. Alright. "Still have a nice day! See you in three weeks, if you need help with your find, feel free to call!" "Have a nice day," I stared at the black-ish being when I put the phone away. So... this... was probably a wild animal. A purring wild animal. "... want some ham?," because... what can you do?

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Kitsuneva 3

When I woke up, I was alone. ... I was not sure if I had imagined the whole thing, really. When I checked, the fox was in its cage as well. The lock in place, the food eaten. It slept in the hut in the back of the cage, a little under the foliage, but clearly visible, rolled up and breathing. When I called over "Morning, Eva!," the little heap did move and made a yip-alike noise at me. I checked the lock and shook my head. Must have been my imagination.

The one good thing was: I didn't need to come to the location today. We would wrap up the filming for the next three weeks... and then I'd go onto the next assignment. One Steve would think more... appropriate. And I would forget all about naked ladies and escaping foxes. It was - again - a lot of fun. I could easily go around in a robe all day. Also: Learning how to get out of handcuffs was fun. Next up would be card tricks. This series was so, so silly. But hey, we got the murderer that had gotten handcuffed to the ceiling during the murder-time. Of course, Eva had gotten the fleeing culprit like the good fox she was. She was a wonderful little one. Wonderful. And that's what I told her, too. It was true what they said about foxes - that they are cats working with dog-hardware. At least it felt like it when she slunk around my legs. And made... motor-noises. I laughed, but it did sound adorable. Then it was cage-time again.

It would be... three weeks until I'd see them all again. It was a shame. I wished them all good bye, shook hands, took one last ice cream and then took a taxi home. Steve would be there and tell me all about the next theatre production. When I opened the door, Steve did indeed greet me. The words were somewhat surprising, though: "Allan, you may be a star, but you can't just take movie animals home with you. They are trained. Please bring her back when we're done talking" I stared at the table my guest was sitting on. And tried to find the sense in an animal I personally locked in just before I left the set. What.

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Kitsuneva 2

There was a girl on my body. Reasonably weighted. Didn't feel like much, though. And it was strange. I mean. There was a girl laying on me, aggressively demanding to be pet. I moved the book a bit downward and noticed that I could see how the tail was attached to her and moved the book up again. Immediately. Because. I could see it quite directly. Just a tiny bit over her ass and. And that means she is naked. Naked. She can't just be naked. I stared at my book. While continuing to pet the woman, now hidden by a book. She actually had placed her head on my chest. At least from what I felt. I definitely would not even attempt to see this. She was still very much naked.

Did I... nod off? Did the fox somehow hop off and a naked woman climbed on me while I was sleeping? Just like that? As a proper, stern, serious actor, I needed to do... something to make this situation.... proper again. Because it was very much improper at the time. Very much. "Have you... seen my fox? The fox on set? Eva?" It was not technically my fox. Even though it at least stuck with me, unlike with any other people.

There was no answer. But her head got lifted by her. I had the feeling there was a pair of eyes staring at me. Through the book, apparently. And when I carefully looked over the edge, I did indeed see two green eyes looking at me. Angrily. Then she grabbed my hand and put it back on her head, still staring. I carefully continued petting. And she sighed. And laid her head back down. So... I... was stuck now. With petting duties. "Some... people might call this situation inappropriate," she merely flicked her tail from side to side, which I felt more than I saw. I continued petting her. Maybe I... would get an answer at one point? After a minute, I finally grabbed the blanket from the side and spread it over the both of us. More appropriate. A little, at least. "... fox is safe," she said. And then... wriggled on me. After she calmed down, that... seems to have been it. "...okay, can I ask ano-" "No" ... That was that, then. So.... I continued reading and petting. Until I slept in. Maybe I was just dreaming anyway. That should be the reason.