[Open] I'm on your trail...

[furburst]

Title: I'm on your trail...
Characters: Akanishi Jin
Location: Fresh Kills Park, and beyoooond
Date/Month: Tuesday, November 8th / 8:00p.m. to --
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None unless wolves freak you out...

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[furburst]

If Jin hadn't felt so bristled, he probably would have laughed. Not that he was a sadist or anything, but there was just something about the way people reacted to him. He sure as hell didn't get...patted too often. Actually, most of the time people seemed afraid to even get too close to him. He was a wolf, but he wasn't some kind of savage beast like some things.

His eyes unfocused a bit, and despite how close her hand was to his neck, he trusted her. What could she do, tug him back like his mother used to when he was still a pup? Though...that'd be pretty funny in itself. Instead, he just relaxed, the growl dying in the back of his throat before simply staring at her.

He did find himself in a good position to sniff her out, well, better than before. Something about her was different, and he still wasn't completely sure about things. Still, he didn't want to hurt her. Amazingly, she still wasn't scared. Instead of anything else, he just pressed his wet nose against her cheek before turning his head to brush his muzzle up her temple, pushing up after and lifting his ears curiously.

[misono_soup]

Yeah, Wolf-san was totally a good guy. He'd quit growling and was looking at her. And then he was tickling her. She tried her best not to wiggle but it tickled, that wuffling breath and the wet nose and the whisker-y muzzle. She laughed, head tipping back as she tried to hold still. "Wolf-san, you tickle!" she told him between giggles. "You're tickling!"

He was also already lifting up and looking at her and she could see curiosity in his face. He had such a cute face! She cupped it in her hands and beamed up at him before letting go and pushing up on her elbows. "You're trying to figure me out, huh?" she asked. It had reminded her of the way Yesung's wolf looked at her sometimes. "Never met anybody like me, right? That's not surprising, not surprising at all!" She pointed at herself. "I'm a zashiki-warashi. Do you know what that is? Maybe not," she answered for him. "Because you're from here and not from Japan. It's a Japanese house-spirit, a luck-sprite. Mostly we stay home. Or I did, mostly. And then I came here and became all rude and unruly so I go out all the time. By myself."

She nodded and, since the grass was cold, sat up all the way. "I'm lucky for my family. My magic wards away things that want to hurt--that want to do it in a general way, like 'oh, I want to mess up somebody today!' that way not 'Oh, I want to kick Yesung!' kinds of way--and it brings good luck and prosperity to my family. In a moderate way. It's good stuff but not, like, winning the lottery every night. Life is no fun if everything gets handed to you, you know, Wolf-san."

They should probably get going, her instincts nudged at her. There were hotdogs to buy. "I sell luck, too, to other people. I can transfer that lucky magic around. And that's how I made hotdog money tonight and got lost and found you! So, see? Lucky-lucky! Let's get up and go find a vendor for you to jump on! I want to see you pounce the hotdog guy! I didn't get a good look at you pouncing me and I want to see!"