𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓

That’s what arguing with an acquaintance through text leads to, apparently. It’s entirely his fault for the bump and the fall - at least that’s what Billy thinks -, but he’s sort of thankful for the rushed apology and the hand that follows right after. It means he hadn’t crashed into anyone in a bad-mood, or worse, dangerous. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

Still, though. At least he’s lucky enough to talk with someone so cute. What’s up with all these girls and their animal ears? “Are you okay? Not that I’m any sturdy or anythin’, but that was a pretty hard bump.” Billy himself may be small and look fragile, but call it Servant privilege. He hears the notification beep of his cellphone, picking it from the floor ( he may have totally forgotten about it for a moment ), and ah..– “Geez. The screen crashed only from that? Seriously, how fragile are these things?” He mumbles to himself, and really, it’s not something that matters. Using a phone is a pretty new thing still.

—— the erune tilts her head in question at the phone, mostly. ❝ Oh, I got one of those! Ain’t no clue how to use ‘em, though, so I sometimes leave it at home. Ehehe... ❞ she nervously scratches behind her own ear, and it flicks abruptly in response. ❝ As you can see, my clothes ain’t really about pockets. ❞

—— ❝ Oi, what’s this? ❞ she takes the phone in both hands, but it seems she has trouble with the touchscreen due to the fur on her hands. she decides to press harder, thus making her typing speed slower than a snail traveling in molasses. 

               from: yuel                to: everyone ( oops )

     It was like indulging in the grandest sea of fuwa fuwa, she was practically absorbed by the tail before sticking her head out. “It’s so soft! What I’d give to hug a tail like this all the time!” She figured an ‘erune’ was something like a faunus. It must’ve been! “W-Wait, did you say ‘royal’? Are you like a princess!? I’M SO SORRY!!” She jumped back.

Siegfried silently applauds Groz Island’s choice of preservation for its lush wilderness, barring all denizens of its untouched reserves of wildlife. But of course, this meant that they were technically not just lost, but also trespassing at their own discretion. Well at least Yuel is right about making light of the situation.

“ I don’t think the captain will mind an extra load of supplies. ” A brow raises at the sound of her hunger striking, stifling a laugh at the reminder of his own. “ I suppose you should help yourself to some while we’re at it. ”

—— she would have eaten some of the fruits picked along the way whether permission is granted or not. it just makes it easier on her conscious if she did have permission, so she hums gratiously at his words. it’s as if almost on cue, yuel eyes a pale fruit growing on a nearby shrub and scoops it up excitedly. 

             Even with her rather sincere apology, he continues to remain silent and still in his movements. When she inquires for his thoughts, however, his form finally shifts slightly, sharp yellow hues peering up to look directly past her and to the stage where the performance took place.

             “… Is that what was?” The blasé expression across his features matches that of his tone’s; trivialities such as this meant nothing to him after all.

—— ❝ Yup! I’m super glad to see other dancers that ain’t me. So many talented people here, but none of ‘em use it as sort of a weapon like me. Well, half-weapon, half ‘I’m supposed to dance ‘cuz I’m a Royal Erune and it’s part of my heritage,’ y’know? ❞ and then she goes off rambling. 

@pyretail

“Would you like this?” She held out a well made bag of various treats. By the smell of it, it seemed it was very fresh.

“I was given this when I had done someone a favor, but seeing as I don’t need to ingest food, perhaps you would enjoy it more than me?”

—— as a royal erune with the stomach of three whales, anyone who offers food to yuel is automatically her best friend. her eyes light up at the bag of goodies, mouth agape and ears twitching. 

“Oh, these old things?” Sometimes she forgets that they’re even there until someone points it out. “They’re like…more for aesthetic than anything, but they’re cute, aren’t they?” And they make her stand out, like how she’d been approached just now! So, that was a plus, too.

“If you’re lookin’ for a foxy friend, I’m sorry to disappoint! I’m more on the oni side, ya know? Demons and stuff like that! I’d show you, but I’m like kinda in a total bind since my powers aren’t workin’ to their full potential!”

—— ❝ Oh! Okay! ❞ yuel exclaims. so...she wasn’t exactly a fluffy friend, but she could at least appreciate that her aesthetic tastes are superb. she hums while tilting her head back and forth. 

▊狐 It was only natural for an animal to care for its fur. It was basic, though while Tamamo only did it to maintain a point of bragging, animals did it for self-care. The kitsune let a sigh escape, crossing her arms beneath her chest as she turned her back to the erune, wiggling her tail.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. If it’ll help you see my fuwa superiority (patent pending) for yourself!” This girl seemed harmless enough, albeit a little energetic. Still, she was cute.

—— ❝ Yippeeeeee! ❞ with the energy of a thousand erunes combined, she delves straight into the fuwa fuwa. she nuzzles into the fur with arms wrapped around the fluffy tail, flicking her own in a bout of happiness. she acts as if she’s never pet a tail before...but something about another’s is just refreshing. 

      “Wah! YOUR! TAIL! LOOKS! SO! FLUFFY! Can I touch it? Please? Please!? Are you a faunus? Something like a faunus from another world!? AH! It doesn’t matter! PLEASE LET ME TOUCH IT!”

@pyretail