tsukiyomi & inari --> early days
Inari still hated clothes. He hated them, and he didnât understand them. He was itching even now, trying to pull the fabric this way and that. It was obvious he wasnât from here. Inari kept getting strange looks. Inari did not feel okay, being here. He wasnât like these people, even though he admitted - begrudgingly - that Ammy was very nice. She fed him chicken and taught him things the foxes didnât know. The foxes didnât know about the stars. The foxes didnât care about the stars. But for some reason Ammy cared about the stars. And the sun, and the moon, and the sea. Inari had never seen the sea. Ammy had shown him paintings, but it seemed too strange. His foxes told him they hadnât seen the sea either. Maybe Ammy was telling fibs. Ammy had braided his hair. It was an odd sensation, to have his hair not in his face. He had blatantly refused to get his hair cut, or even trimmed - the foxes never got their haircut, so why should he! - but today was special, Ammy said. He was meeting someone knew. To teach him new things. Inari didnât know how long the lessons would go for. He was wearing special clothes. They made funny sounds when he walked. He knocked on it with his knuckles. It was really hard in some places. Inari would definitely not like to sleep in this. Though, he heard a strange sound. Inariâs silver ears perked up, turning before his head in an almost mechanical manner. His eyes locked onto a figure, and Inari took a step back, wary. He knew where Ammyâs room was. He could run right back if this stranger wasnât a good one. Inari had learnt to be careful of people who looked like him. They looked like him, but they never liked him. But if he was Ammyâs friend, maybe he was a good stranger. âHello,â he said, and he jolted when he remembered to lower his back to him. It was a strange gesture he wasnât used to yet. He had forgotten the word for it. But Ammy had said it was important. He straightened back up, growing restless. @tsukiyomimp
