#thequickbrownfoxler

[ask-the-fox-ler]

-she laughs outright this time- Well, that's certainly good! If that was still happening I'd have to call you a poor little foxy and pet you s'more~

“N-nope! Doesn’ happen! Not anymore! Not at all! I’ve been tomato free for a while now!”

He was clearly lying, it was written all over his face, but he was trying quite hard to pass it off as the truth!

[ask-the-fox-ler]

-Det's grin only widens- There's nobody better at turning strawberries red than me! Believe me! -she giggles- I don't doubt your charm though. You've already got me quite enamored~

The comment managed to bring back the bright red in the Fox’s cheeks, just as he was finally starting to return to his normal color too!

“I-I do?- I MEAN, yeah, of course I do! I got all tha ladies swoonin’! An’ totally not throwin’ tomatoes at me when I go into town! Nope, no ma’am!”

[ask-the-fox-ler]

-his reaction draws a swoon out of her, hands covering her cheeks coyly- Awww, you're so cute! Looks like I won this round, heh heh~

The fox is still threatening to turn from orange to red, the fact that he totally choked as soon as he was flirted with making it even worse.

“Ahh...haha, yeah, I guess ya did!”

 He then unfolds his arms, just to rub the back of his neck sheepishly; as if doing so would somehow relieve the heat in his cheeks. Boy, for someone who talked so confidently, he had quite the trouble with flirting!

“I-i’ll get you next time, though!” He blurts out in an attempt to retain some form of cool, instantly regretting his rash decision. He knows very well that the one most likely to blush in this kind of situation was him, and yet here he was, trying to talk as if he could actually flirt without flubbing it all up and getting flustered!

[ask-the-fox-ler]

-Det giggles, ruffling his hair- Well, my good man, that sounds just fine! I'll pay any price if I can call you mine~

Fox-ler laughs, ears folding and eyes squeezing shut gleefully as Det musses up his hair, the brown locks now disheveled and wild thanks to her influence. His eyes instantly snapped open with surprise as she spoke her last sentence, though; his face very quickly turning into the color of the fruit he hated most and his words venturing off, clearly unprepared for flirtation. He begins fumbling with his words, trying to find a proper and witty response.

“Oh, haha, uh! Umm... haha!”

[ask-the-fox-ler]

-she reaches up and grabs his other ear, playing with both of them at once- You're a little fox. Just a little fox~ Even if you're taller than me, you're a little fox at heart 8)

The fox watches her go for his other ear, both of the soft appendages flopping this way and that with her influence. He crosses his arms, playfully faking a pout as she played with him and his fluffy fox ears.

“Nu-uh! You’re outta your tree! Ain’t no bigger fox than me!”

Then, just then, a sly grin began to spread across his face; the fox continuing to speak and trying not to giggle:

“But I’ll tell you what, I’ll give it to ya straight! I’ll let ya call me whatever ya like for jus’ $3.98!”

[ask-the-fox-ler]

Well, I guess so. My heart is still beating, after all~ But it'd have to be something important. No little fluffball is gonna give me a start~ -tugs lightly at his ear for emphasis-

He gasps dramatically, placing a hand on his chest and feigning great offense at her comment.

“Little?!” He exclaimed, allowing her to reach up and tug at one of his vulpine ears. He couldn’t help but let a grin spread across his face, giving away his whole act as just another little joke of his.

“Are you blind? ‘m SO taller than you! I ain’t little in the slightest!”

[ask-the-fox-ler]

Proton : Hello, I'm Proton. Nice to meet you. I'm down here on the ground.

“Who the heck?-”

The fox only knows to look down once the tiny little thing by his paws mentions it’s whereabouts, blinking at it as he tries to decipher what in the world it was.

“Well, lookit you! You’re a fluffy lookin’ thing, aren’t ya? Nice ta meet ya, lil buddy, name’s Fox! ‘r... well, it’s technically Nathaniel T. Onceler, but lots ‘f people ‘v been callin’ me Fox lately!”

“Uh... Proton was it? What the heck are ya, if ya don’t mind my askin’? You some kinda tree guardian like th’ Lorax?”

[ask-the-fox-ler]

Suuure, mmhm.. And it's a good thing too. You would've been disappointed to find that I don't startle easily~

Fox-ler deflates a little at this new piece of information.

“Aww, really?” He asks in disappointment, before quickly straightening back up and proceeding with his innocent act. “Er, I mean- Yeah! Definitely a good thing I wouldn’t try ta do somethin’ silly like that! I’d just make a fool outta myself, and this guy ain’t no fool, not one bit!”

“But… when ya say ‘easily’, doooooes that still mean ya can get startled?”