#blufoxfur

To: Foxy Lady

To: Foxy Lady

Now, Kit knew Marilyn was in town. She made it her business to be in the Rats’ business, to an extent. Still, she didn’t expect to show up on their doorstep the same time Snide’s just slammed the door in her face. Pausing on the sidewalk, where she still looks like a neutral party, she gives herself a quick once over- this woman was a tourist, and she was a monster. Tilting her circlet askew to let her ears out, her teeth growing a touch more fearsome, she tosses her hair to make it a bit wilder, and discreetly buries the bottle of wine that she’d brought in the bushes. She’d come back for it later.

So the holiday concert turned out to be a New Years gig, a big clock that counts to the second emblazoned on the big screen positioned above the curtains. Kitsuro floats and flutters about backstage, making sure everything’s in place, checking with her crews that she’d brought over from Cherries for the night. “You’ve got everything in place for when it hits midnight, right?”

The fellow kitsune nods, tapping his comms headset. “Everything’s lined up. You’ve got your headset, you know how it works. We’re on in twenty.”

She takes his hand in both of hers, shaking it, bracelets jingling gently as she does so. “Thank you. I’m gonna go check on the rats.”

She’s rather classily dressed up, a black open backed dress that ends just above her ankles, with an embroidering of a familiar god upon the front, a ten tailed kitsune in silver stitching that’s tiny and detailed, with plenty of negative space. Her hair’s pulled up into a not quite bun, held together with a decorative clip that’s black with blue and silver embellishments, little ribbons that shimmer in the stagelights. A good portion of it is pulled in front to frame her face on one side; it turns out that clip’s enchanted, style magic to keep her hair exactly where she wants it. That stuff exists, you know. The one sided style goes well with the way she wears her headset. Her shoes are stilettos, as is to be expected, silver with pointed toes and open tops, straps coming up above her ankle bone.

Coming up to her stars, she places a hand on the slightly tense looking Rikhuri’s shoulder, careful not to mess up his suit. He hadn’t meant to, but he ended up complimenting Snide rather well- a forest green suit with a double notch lapel, gold stitching abundant on the lapels of vines and leaves, a couple of small white flowers satin stitched in. The same vines crawl along his sides without flowers, down to the sides of his legs the same way that serpent’s scales coil around Snide’s. His undershirt and tie even match, black and white respectively. When Kit comes up to ease him, he puts on a smile for her, laughing nervously. “I’m fine, Kit. Just a couple nerves. There’s a lot of people out there, huh. . ?” He leans out of his stool, peering at the tiny crack in the curtains.

It's decided that the pillows are better chucked at the fox's head than used to cover him, and he stands, adjusting himself as he looks for the nearest pair of his pants, knowing there's at least one pair in the den. "Five minutes is not enough notice!"

She crosses her arms. "Is when I've just been told I'm designing an engagement ring." The poor rat sputters, but Kitsuro cuts him off. "You didn't have to say shit, I've seen you thinking about it for a while now." Grinning, she scoops the pillow off the floor and chucks it back at him. "You better make me maid of honor."

[TequilaKit]: nah what up?

[HoodTwink]: I was looking for a favor. I need you to design something

[TequilaKit]: outfit for your next show or summthin?

[HoodTwink]: No, jewelry, a ring