the fox.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭  ‖   𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

†  ° 。—— @vulpesscarred - ( Sorry this is so late !! )

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

He stops dead as the chaos strikes and debris skitters across the floor in front of his feet. Eyes dart from wall to wall, corner to corner. Settling on anything but the angered Fox. "I-I...That's..." Hastur attempts to reason, but its clear he's aware he's said too much.

Around him his clothes seem to shift, desperate to curl around him protectively. As if wishing to shift him from this fragile form to something that could sustain damage if push came to shove. But Hastur just wanted to leave. Wanted to get away from the horrendous mistake he had made. "I'm sorry. I was just...repeating their words. I didn't mean anything by it. I'm so sorry."

Shuffling his weight his eyes finally find Fox again, just in time to bare witness to the returning transformation of the other. If it phases him, he doesn't show it. There's not twitching of his eyelids or curl of his lips, instead his face remains painted with the same deep regret.

"Well you see...My cousin tends to find me quite...burdensome. They have very little time to spare entertaining my...How would they put it...Clingy nature." He tries to explain, his lower lip wobbling as he does. "That's why I thought I'd come see you. Since you were used to them...I figured that maybe you would indulge me...and become....Well I suppose humans would call it a friend?"

THE MENTION OF NYARLATHOTEP HAS HIM FURROW HIS BROW FOR A MOMENT IN ANNOYANCE; THAT DOES SOUND LIKE SOMETHING THEY'D SAY... He didn't want to admit it, but now... knowing of their true identity, were they even wrong to begin with? Nay, even to the trembling man -- god -- before him, the vulpine is merely... a plaything to them. How could he measure up to the eldritch gods before him?

All his life, he's been a plaything... and even now, it hasn't changed. It never will... and so, to soothe the pain within, he resigns himself while rejecting the notion ignorantly. Ignorance is bliss, after all.

Watching the Yellow King before him tremble so, he feels a pang-- one of familiarity, sympathy and pain. And though his golden hues narrow, as if trying to unravel an ulterior motive, Fox could find none-- especially in the way that the god attempts to protect himself with fluttering, shimmering gold.

Not like he'd be able to do anything anyway, but it's... somewhat of a pathetic sight for the Yellow King-- whose small book could incite madness in anyone who dares to read it.

With the droop of his shoulders, indicating a sigh, the vulpine steps forward, making his way towards the Yellow King. Perhaps an appropriate reaction would be to punch him, given how his book has made Fox slaughter many of his own compatriots as they succumbed to the madness, but he does not. He stops within an arms length of the other, extending his arms out-- hands cupped together as if scooping water. In reality, he's asking for their hands.

[(＠´ー`)ﾉﾞ] "A friend... I know the feeling. T-Then... let's start over. We can be friends... okay? I'm Fox. It's nice to meet you... Yellow King."

He'd be lying if he said there wasn't an ulterior motive to this. Perhaps he can get Nyarlathotep to leave, once he has the Yellow King as a companion. But another part of him was curious also, just how different these two are; are the gods really this fickle? They're almost just like... humans.

He knew this was coming.

Kisumi had seen the signs lately but he was slow to react, respond. He felt such a deep sense of pity for the man. Some might call him an empath, others a moron. He just felt weak.

It just started off with little excuses. Ones that were woven to tug at Kisumi’s sympathies. Of course it had worked. One lie about family troubles, an excuse for being late, one that spoke volumes about his inabilities to catch up. Let’s face it, if Kisumi hadn’t kept him around then where would he gone? The streets? At least keeping him around no matter how reckless you got there was someone to clean up behind you.

Another problem was, Kisumi simply had grown fond of him. The guy was funny. They shared some nice times together and he was able to look past his fuck ups.

Yet the latest was garnering much more attention then Kisumi could ever hope to keep wraps on.

Fox found him before he had enough time to assess things. The only foreword he got was through text and hadn’t sorted through the murky details. It was times like these he didn’t know where he stood with Fox. Either way the pendulum would swing he felt like a betrayal would take place. If Fox ‘handled’ things Kisumi would feel the sharp sting from Fox. If he handled things himself the blood would be on his own hands and he would have to stomach through the regret. Or even worst, he lied and allowed him to simply be smuggled away then he was the one to lie to Fox. 

Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten close to him after all.

“I’ll deal with it.” Was all Kisumi said as he still pulled out his phone trying to settle things from afar before he could get down to his office.

WITH A VISIBLE SIGH, FOX DROOPS HIS SHOULDERS; A HAND COMING TO PINCH THE 'BRIDGE' OF HIS NOSE. With each passing day, he is further affirmed of his belief that Kisumi wasn't meant for this line of business. Though... gazing back at the other man, he thinks that if he were proven wrong, it'd be quite the sight to see. Perhaps, deep down, Fox hoped to see what a battle-hardened Kisumi would look like.

He shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. He'd just have to take Kisumi's words for it.

[┐('～`;)┌] "Ehhh? A threat? It was... just a warning! Nothing more, nothing less! I'm not really one to make threats... people just usually find out."

Well... that was as truthful as Fox could be. He shook his shoulders, indicating a small chuckle, before turning on his heel-- heading for the door, seeing as Kisumi has... a few things to tend to. He raises his hand, waving the back of it towards Kisumi, as he walks off-- a 'goodbye'.