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[condolences]

Oh! [ he's certainly friendly, but she'll just go ahead and keep petting him then, since he's encouraging it. ] You're so soft...

[ with how familiar he is with this, he's definitely not a stray. so the only options are that he's someone's pet or a moonblessed. but that's something to think about later, not when she's currently occupied with gently scratching his ears and cupping his face in her hands. ]

Would you like to come inside? [ to anyone else who comes out into the hallway, they'll just see her talking to a fox like an actual person, nbd. ] I think I might have some food you'd like.

[crestfallenfor]

[He knows he's soft! It's honestly one of the best parts of his foxlike traits when they come in, and he can't blame anyone for wanting to pet his fur...

But really, that might be more of an excuse for himself, too, to indulge in the affection and the moonlacing that comes from the affection. He certainly looks very pleased with her scratching his ears and petting his face, to the point where when she mentions coming in, and food, he only just cracks one eye open as one ear perks up.

His tail wags a bit, though, swishing over the ground, so... that's a yes, but he's sure not going to be pulling away first, selfish though that might be.]

[condolences]

I'll take that as a yes, then.

[ even if he doesn't it's fine, because she's going to just scoop him up into her arms like she does with the cats at the cafe, giving his ears another affectionate rub as she carries him inside. her apartment doesn't look very lived in just yet, a bit sparse as far as decorations go except for some touches here and there that have likely been influenced by hilda. but she goes right into the kitchen, setting him carefully on the counter along with her bag and turning to the fridge. ]

Let's see... [ foxes like meat, don't they? she hums quietly as she searches and puts things away, completely relaxed despite her present company. animals were always easier for her to open up to, moonblessed or not. ] How does this look?

[ she puts a container down next to him to inspect, some leftover fish from the deer's last prisma blue apron escapade. one of the more successful endeavors, at least. ]