a rosy hue flourishes cheeks , lids shuttering in succession over and over again. feeling heat latch and broil within the fox's tiny tummy. it was gentle , the way the blossom palms gentle patter on father's lap , adjusting slightly for a shed of comfort. " mmmh father , may i ask something of you ? " voice held a saccharine tinge , floating in the air , syrupy. " please ? "
It isn't so often the Harbinger is greeted by this creatures pure form - It's utterly adorable, always a pleasant surprise *& usually met with positive engagement. Despite the cold nature of a FATHER, animal-life *& that of insects created a softer spot in their rotten heart. They allowed such small paws to need into clean pants, small pieces of rosette fur clinging to slacks. Burnt palm came over head, petting *& running fingers delicately through soft, silk-like fur. A sense of ease, of heat rushed to cheeks - prompting Arlecchino to face away momentarily. Eyes shifted to the side, still looking at her pet, however.
Came a hum, one of questioning; ❝ Mmm? You may. Speak plainly, there's no need to dance with your mischievous words *& riddles right now, kitsune.
