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It's early afternoon in Milliways.
To Foxtrot, that means nap-time.
(Of course, kitsune have a highly fluid concept of times, schedules and whatnot, so nap-time happens whenever they damn well please.)
He's sprawled on a table near the fire in vulpine form...and I do mean sprawled. On his belly, all four limbs stretched out with his tail draped over some poor soul's place-setting.
In fact, he looks rather like a fox rug. Well, he's a little small for a rug, but fox placemat just sounds weird.
Care to disturb?
To Foxtrot, that means nap-time.
(Of course, kitsune have a highly fluid concept of times, schedules and whatnot, so nap-time happens whenever they damn well please.)
He's sprawled on a table near the fire in vulpine form...and I do mean sprawled. On his belly, all four limbs stretched out with his tail draped over some poor soul's place-setting.
In fact, he looks rather like a fox rug. Well, he's a little small for a rug, but fox placemat just sounds weird.
Care to disturb?