the fox continued to nuzzle into the gentle pats, just enjoying the comfort they gave.
he was completely unaware of the intense gaze the other had on him because his eyes were still shut. +
+ the eye closed once again when he was scratched under the chin, eliciting a soft purr.
one of his ears flicked at the mention of a red-haired friend, and he wondered who it was.
was he … talking about him, or was he … talking about someone else? +
+ that would be so cool!
if mini kuro is named kuroshinju… should mini pon be named akane? naming it akagitsune sounds wrong since it’s a cat… asking the real questions to himself.
small little grin. it really was a nice feeling to know that it was mutual. they trusted each other. nothing could really top that. happy fox go brr.
he hummed softly, pleased to hear that the cat was actually a mini kuro like he said. +
+ at the mention of finding another cat that acted like him, he visibly perked up.
“wah! wouldn’t that be nice?” he asked, leaning a little closer into the other’s personal space. just a bit though.
“if we do manage to find one, do you think they will get along like us?” +
at times, pon would’ve kept his words to himself. especially when it came to things that were out of this world.
but the thing was, if he decided to stay quiet in this situation ... he’d only be more suspicious, and he couldn’t let that happen. +
+much better at not flinching at every sudden action, but Ponpon's slow reaction only...confused him, rather than startled him.
It would be rude to ask much further, he thought, so he just stayed quiet in case Ponpon just needed some time to collect his thoughts.
+ he remained silent for a little while longer.
“there’s this one old man…” he started after awhile, his eyes focusing on the ground as his fingers fidgeted with his sleeve.
“who used to give me head pats as an encouragement … or well, comfort. so i thought—“ +
a normal ‘fox’ understanding a ‘normal’ human? quite a rare chance, but not impossible.
he ended up fluttering his eyes shut as kuro continued with his gentle caresses. so soothing. completely zen. his little paws began to knead on the ground like he was baking biscuits. +
+ though he paused when the question came, tilting his head up toward the other without opening his eyes.
a name? he had one, yes. but he couldn’t just answer ‘yes’ now, could he?
he could’ve nodded in response, but at the same time… +