*His eyes twitches as the fox jumps on top of table. Great. Now paw prints on his table. * Uh. Foxy…would you, mind not being on the table?
She looks under her paw, then looks at her tracks. She’d left pawprints. Before the canine moved, she cleaned all her paws thoroughly, then jumped down.
*His mouth falls open slightly.* What the ‘ell can’t you do?
The vixen shrugged, and sat down in front of him, giving him a toothy grin as if to say ‘pretty much anything’.
Shit. With zhe way you ‘ave been acting, I’d say you’re ‘uman.
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