#deceptiveblossom

"Hm-...! I-... I want to talk to you, if that's okay...!" Deep breaths. It'll be alright.

︻┳テ=一 Someone looks irregularly nervous.

...

No way--!! It's one thing to try and repay him for Christmas, although allegations led him to believe Kagura had planned ahead, merely stalled by his criminal actions tying him to a house, but to give something like this? Toki can barely contain his confused, almost, shriek(?). It's difficult to take note of what comes from his throat, but the excitement is bubbling within him and it confuses him as to how the blond would go out of his way to get something like a Remington for him.

Which is why he's left vocally suppressed when he finally sits down, coddling the giant gun against his knee and reading the note carefully, processing every word. Even those that have a thin line slicing into them, delivering only half the meaning of the final sentence. His leg twitches for a moment, shifting the sniper to his side before his vision flickers between the flower and the weapon, an indescribable feeling burning away at his chest.

... Aaah, it's really not fair. He's gotten himself tons of guns before, and the first instinct is to take them for a test run whether it be at a shooting range or out of the city, but he's stuck. A heavy feeling holds him down to the bed and damnit, this is kind of--

︻┳テ=一 BE STILL MY FRAGILE TERRORIST HEART.

Good evening, Kagura. Welcome back from house arrest.

Of course, we can handle your request here at the TCDF. We require that you fill out the necessary forms and pay a fee of 15,000 mangoes. Then, we will need to perform a background check, take your picture for your license, and you will be legally able to own a pet fox.

The weather was indecisive today. It was a weird mixture of snow and rain, but not quite sleet. It was something akin to raining slush; the “snow” would be partially melted even as it fluttered down to the earth. Rainflakes?

Either way, it was wet enough for Atsuro to get an umbrella out and start his journey home. He wraps the scarf around his neck tighter; it was a little too cold for November, if you asked him.

He starts down the street, a little amazed by the Christmas decorations already being hung about. Signs proclaiming “Early Christmas Sale!” hung on the shopfronts, festive lights being strung around the frame. Fake blow-up snowmen begin to have air pumped into them by employees, and Atsuro takes a moment to muse if Volkner would make him do the same thing when the shop was set back up.

He turns the corner, and stops upon noticing a familiar head of long, blond hair shivering in this dreary weather. He hesitates; it’s no mistaking it was that guy, and currently, he didn’t want to be in anything involving him, but…

『 You may pet me. 』