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-she laughs outright this time- Well, that's certainly good! If that was still happening I'd have to call you a poor little foxy and pet you s'more~

“N-nope! Doesn’ happen! Not anymore! Not at all! I’ve been tomato free for a while now!”

He was clearly lying, it was written all over his face, but he was trying quite hard to pass it off as the truth!

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“You’re bell’s gotta be broken, then, ‘cause I didn’t hear it at all!” The fox quips insistently, not ready to accept that he was easily caught off_guard even though the person who jumped him was wearing something that could easily have given him away.

He watches the other hide his cat-like appendages, admittedly impressed by how easily he hid them; however, the question just made him scrunch his brow in confusion.

“Why would I need ta do that?” He inquires, “I don’ need ta hide it or strap it down! It does jus’ fine!”

“Well... it knocked over a few cups here and there, but that was jus’ operator error!”

-Out of complete boredom Kit drops from a nearby tree to pounce on the innocent onceler-

The pounce meets it’s target almost perfectly, the unfortunate victim of the aforementioned pounce emitting only a startled (and admittedly girlish) yelp as he tumbles onto the ground, tail floofed to maximum capacity as he lays stunned on the soft grass!

It doesn’t take long for the fox to snap out of his confusion, though, as he is soon writhing to get the pesky cat off of him.

“The HECK do ya think you’re doin’, ya weirdo?!” He snaps, ears pinned to his head and face flushed with embarrassment over the fact he didn’t hear his mysterious attacker coming. “Get offa me!”

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“Tha’s ta be expected, I guess. Ya seem pretty cat-like. With the whole tacklin’ thing an’ all. Though you’re totally missin’ out.”

He retracts his hand, returning to folding it across his chest with the other as he tries to calm down. He was still quite sore about the ordeal, but he couldn’t be mad about forever, could he? That’d be silly.

When the attention was turned on his tail, he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to wander and glance to the fluffy appendage, which was slowly beginning to settle after all the excitement.

“Uh... nah, I guess not. Kinda acts like one of those weird mood rings. Still don’t understand it, jus’ kinda does it’s own thing.”

He then scowls again, though this time it was much more exaggerated to pinpoint the fact that he was attempting to make a joke out of it, for his own sake.

“Like fluffin’ up when someone attacks me outta tha blue!”

-Out of complete boredom Kit drops from a nearby tree to pounce on the innocent onceler-

The pounce meets it’s target almost perfectly, the unfortunate victim of the aforementioned pounce emitting only a startled (and admittedly girlish) yelp as he tumbles onto the ground, tail floofed to maximum capacity as he lays stunned on the soft grass!

It doesn’t take long for the fox to snap out of his confusion, though, as he is soon writhing to get the pesky cat off of him.

“The HECK do ya think you’re doin’, ya weirdo?!” He snaps, ears pinned to his head and face flushed with embarrassment over the fact he didn’t hear his mysterious attacker coming. “Get offa me!”

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-Det's grin only widens- There's nobody better at turning strawberries red than me! Believe me! -she giggles- I don't doubt your charm though. You've already got me quite enamored~

The comment managed to bring back the bright red in the Fox’s cheeks, just as he was finally starting to return to his normal color too!

“I-I do?- I MEAN, yeah, of course I do! I got all tha ladies swoonin’! An’ totally not throwin’ tomatoes at me when I go into town! Nope, no ma’am!”

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The fox seems somewhat startled when the little spots reveal themselves to be something like little vine holders, having assumed them just to be little spot patterns on her. However, surprise quickly returns to amazement as sparks begin to fly and the little vines light up with the energy of the electricity.

“!!!”

“THAT’S AMAZIN’!! You’re like a tiny lil adorable firework!”

Proton : Hello, I'm Proton. Nice to meet you. I'm down here on the ground.

“Who the heck?-”

The fox only knows to look down once the tiny little thing by his paws mentions it’s whereabouts, blinking at it as he tries to decipher what in the world it was.

“Well, lookit you! You’re a fluffy lookin’ thing, aren’t ya? Nice ta meet ya, lil buddy, name’s Fox! ‘r… well, it’s technically Nathaniel T. Onceler, but lots ‘f people ‘v been callin’ me Fox lately!”

“Uh… Proton was it? What the heck are ya, if ya don’t mind my askin’? You some kinda tree guardian like th’ Lorax?”

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The next thing out of the stranger’s mouth only earned him a furrowed brow and a roll of the fox’s eyes. ‘Cute’. Lots of people were calling him ‘cute’ nowadays. Was it the ears?

“Ain’t cute. Puppies are cute.” He mumbles, eyes darting to the hand extended to him. He wasn’t about to shake it just yet, not until he was done with his pouting.

His assumption was quite correct when he uttered the last sentence, the fox throwing his hands up dramatically for effect as he retorts.

“Oh! My deepest’ve apologies, Kit! I didn’t realize it was a totally normal an’ sane thing ta go jumpin’ around on strangers ta greet ‘em! Musta been out here too long!”

He then finally takes the cat’s hand, giving it a firm shake; though his frustrated demeanor doesn’t change.

“Name’s Fox “not with tha ‘jumpin’ on people as a hello’ times” ler. Pleased ta make your acquaintance.”

-Out of complete boredom Kit drops from a nearby tree to pounce on the innocent onceler-

The pounce meets it’s target almost perfectly, the unfortunate victim of the aforementioned pounce emitting only a startled (and admittedly girlish) yelp as he tumbles onto the ground, tail floofed to maximum capacity as he lays stunned on the soft grass!

It doesn’t take long for the fox to snap out of his confusion, though, as he is soon writhing to get the pesky cat off of him.

“The HECK do ya think you’re doin’, ya weirdo?!” He snaps, ears pinned to his head and face flushed with embarrassment over the fact he didn’t hear his mysterious attacker coming. “Get offa me!”

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Haha! You know I'm gonna hold you to that! Be warned though.. Flirting is totally my natural ability~ You better bring your A game if you wanna fluster me!

“W-well o’course I will! I’ll bring my best game!”

He puffs out his chest in an attempt to seem confident, but the red in his cheeks and his nervous smile proves him to feel quite opposite about it.

“I’ll be tha most charmin’, smooth ol’ Fox you’ll ever know! So charmin’, I could make a strawberry turn red with a mere wink!”

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“Aww man, you can shoot vines too?!” He exclaims, mouth agape.

The whole idea of a tiny super powered deer tick thingy was already so zany and exciting to him, was it really any surprise that the offer was responded to with such a vigorous nod?

“Heck yeah! Y’can’t NOT show me somethin’ that sounds so awesome!”

Proton : Hello, I'm Proton. Nice to meet you. I'm down here on the ground.

“Who the heck?-”

The fox only knows to look down once the tiny little thing by his paws mentions it’s whereabouts, blinking at it as he tries to decipher what in the world it was.

“Well, lookit you! You’re a fluffy lookin’ thing, aren’t ya? Nice ta meet ya, lil buddy, name’s Fox! ‘r… well, it’s technically Nathaniel T. Onceler, but lots ‘f people ‘v been callin’ me Fox lately!”

“Uh… Proton was it? What the heck are ya, if ya don’t mind my askin’? You some kinda tree guardian like th’ Lorax?”

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Though the cat seems to have simply brushed off the incident, the fox wasn’t quick to let go of it. He scrambles back up to his feet, tail swishing erratically behind him as he scowls at the other person.

"Well, ‘scuse me for not havin’ a lot’ve experience gettin’ pounced on by loonies!”

He brushes the bits of grass off of himself and crosses his arms, eyeing the stranger now in front of him. Clearly, this was not nearly as fun to the fox.

“Who are ya anyway? Don’t ya think it’s impolite ta go jumpin’ on people ya don’t even know?”

-Out of complete boredom Kit drops from a nearby tree to pounce on the innocent onceler-

The pounce meets it’s target almost perfectly, the unfortunate victim of the aforementioned pounce emitting only a startled (and admittedly girlish) yelp as he tumbles onto the ground, tail floofed to maximum capacity as he lays stunned on the soft grass!

It doesn’t take long for the fox to snap out of his confusion, though, as he is soon writhing to get the pesky cat off of him.

“The HECK do ya think you’re doin’, ya weirdo?!” He snaps, ears pinned to his head and face flushed with embarrassment over the fact he didn’t hear his mysterious attacker coming. “Get offa me!”

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-his reaction draws a swoon out of her, hands covering her cheeks coyly- Awww, you're so cute! Looks like I won this round, heh heh~

The fox is still threatening to turn from orange to red, the fact that he totally choked as soon as he was flirted with making it even worse.

“Ahh...haha, yeah, I guess ya did!”

 He then unfolds his arms, just to rub the back of his neck sheepishly; as if doing so would somehow relieve the heat in his cheeks. Boy, for someone who talked so confidently, he had quite the trouble with flirting!

“I-i’ll get you next time, though!” He blurts out in an attempt to retain some form of cool, instantly regretting his rash decision. He knows very well that the one most likely to blush in this kind of situation was him, and yet here he was, trying to talk as if he could actually flirt without flubbing it all up and getting flustered!

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-Det giggles, ruffling his hair- Well, my good man, that sounds just fine! I'll pay any price if I can call you mine~

Fox-ler laughs, ears folding and eyes squeezing shut gleefully as Det musses up his hair, the brown locks now disheveled and wild thanks to her influence. His eyes instantly snapped open with surprise as she spoke her last sentence, though; his face very quickly turning into the color of the fruit he hated most and his words venturing off, clearly unprepared for flirtation. He begins fumbling with his words, trying to find a proper and witty response.

“Oh, haha, uh! Umm... haha!”

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“Deertik?” He repeats, crouching down to get a closer look at the peculiar little ‘Deertik’. That sounded like a bug, and it made him grin, but he decided that comparing the little lady to a bug might be a bit impolite.

“Soooo, a pokey man? Like, Pickit Choo, and Cherry-Zard?”

He cocked his head, trying to wrap his head around the concept of the weird little monsters everyone talked about actually existing.

“An’ you’re electric?” He gasps, the sudden excitement causing his tail to thump on the ground as it began to wag, “So, can ya shoot electricity an’ stuff?!”

Proton : Hello, I'm Proton. Nice to meet you. I'm down here on the ground.

“Who the heck?-”

The fox only knows to look down once the tiny little thing by his paws mentions it’s whereabouts, blinking at it as he tries to decipher what in the world it was.

“Well, lookit you! You’re a fluffy lookin’ thing, aren’t ya? Nice ta meet ya, lil buddy, name’s Fox! ‘r… well, it’s technically Nathaniel T. Onceler, but lots ‘f people ‘v been callin’ me Fox lately!”

“Uh… Proton was it? What the heck are ya, if ya don’t mind my askin’? You some kinda tree guardian like th’ Lorax?”

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-she reaches up and grabs his other ear, playing with both of them at once- You're a little fox. Just a little fox~ Even if you're taller than me, you're a little fox at heart 8)

The fox watches her go for his other ear, both of the soft appendages flopping this way and that with her influence. He crosses his arms, playfully faking a pout as she played with him and his fluffy fox ears.

“Nu-uh! You’re outta your tree! Ain’t no bigger fox than me!”

Then, just then, a sly grin began to spread across his face; the fox continuing to speak and trying not to giggle:

“But I’ll tell you what, I’ll give it to ya straight! I’ll let ya call me whatever ya like for jus’ $3.98!”

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Well, I guess so. My heart is still beating, after all~ But it'd have to be something important. No little fluffball is gonna give me a start~ -tugs lightly at his ear for emphasis-

He gasps dramatically, placing a hand on his chest and feigning great offense at her comment.

“Little?!” He exclaimed, allowing her to reach up and tug at one of his vulpine ears. He couldn’t help but let a grin spread across his face, giving away his whole act as just another little joke of his.

“Are you blind? ‘m SO taller than you! I ain’t little in the slightest!”

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He could feel his cheeks get hotter as the stranger commented on his inability to pick up on him, not even registering that there was a bell jingling until he was upon him.

“W-well, I was distracted!” He quipped insistently, the weight of the other lowering themselves onto him earning them a frustrated pout. “An’ I don’t exactly keep an eye out for creeps lookin’ ta knock me over!”

It crossed his mind that he really SHOULD be looking out for people like that, considering this is the second person who’s gone and attacked him. But he didn’t need to know that.

It was then that he noticed the tail and the ears of this new stranger, the bell comment suddenly making a lot more sense. This person wasn’t just a person. He was also a feline. And that somehow made things worse for him.... weren’t foxes known to eat cats? How in the world did he, a FOX, manage to be pounced on by a CAT? Wasn’t HE technically supposed to be the predator here?!

He pouted for just a few moments longer before he finally decided to take action; rolling himself and therefore the person on top of him over to free himself of his bored assailant.

-Out of complete boredom Kit drops from a nearby tree to pounce on the innocent onceler-

The pounce meets it’s target almost perfectly, the unfortunate victim of the aforementioned pounce emitting only a startled (and admittedly girlish) yelp as he tumbles onto the ground, tail floofed to maximum capacity as he lays stunned on the soft grass!

It doesn’t take long for the fox to snap out of his confusion, though, as he is soon writhing to get the pesky cat off of him.

“The HECK do ya think you’re doin’, ya weirdo?!” He snaps, ears pinned to his head and face flushed with embarrassment over the fact he didn’t hear his mysterious attacker coming. “Get offa me!”

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Proton : Hello, I'm Proton. Nice to meet you. I'm down here on the ground.

“Who the heck?-”

The fox only knows to look down once the tiny little thing by his paws mentions it’s whereabouts, blinking at it as he tries to decipher what in the world it was.

“Well, lookit you! You’re a fluffy lookin’ thing, aren’t ya? Nice ta meet ya, lil buddy, name’s Fox! ‘r... well, it’s technically Nathaniel T. Onceler, but lots ‘f people ‘v been callin’ me Fox lately!”

“Uh... Proton was it? What the heck are ya, if ya don’t mind my askin’? You some kinda tree guardian like th’ Lorax?”

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Suuure, mmhm.. And it's a good thing too. You would've been disappointed to find that I don't startle easily~

Fox-ler deflates a little at this new piece of information.

“Aww, really?” He asks in disappointment, before quickly straightening back up and proceeding with his innocent act. “Er, I mean- Yeah! Definitely a good thing I wouldn’t try ta do somethin’ silly like that! I’d just make a fool outta myself, and this guy ain’t no fool, not one bit!”

“But… when ya say ‘easily’, doooooes that still mean ya can get startled?”