#hooooo

The kitsune steps closer, cornering him against the brick wall. Just around the corner is their latest collaboration, bathing them in red-and-blue lights, stripes of yellow tape fluttering far in the distance behind them. There's no need for them to supervise; Inari's human worker bees will handle the cleanup.

The warm, sweet scent of the Allurestone drowns out the lingering smell of tobacco on his skin and the damp city stink around them. If you closed your eyes, you might be able to forget where you were entirely.

It's a shame it doesn't work on kemono. She'd like him so much more if he could just behave. Or would she? There's a reason they've ended up here, after all, even with that little stunt he pulled.

She caresses the underside of his jaw with her knuckles, a small, smug smile dancing on her face at how he doesn't so much as flinch.

"You've always been a terribly disobedient man. After this long, you'd think you'd learn your lesson." She leans in, bringing her mouth close to his ear, voice dropping low. "Or is it that you just like to be punished? There's no shame in admitting it, you know. All you have to do is ask nicely. No need for all this lying." Inari's smile grows, and she pulls back a bit so she can look down on him.