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Of course, as she read the pamphlet, she was completely oblivious to a large seven-tailed fox made of ice watching her with amusement from a nearby alley, a familiar kit on its back. 'She's taking it surprisingly well so far,' the fox mused, continuing to watch her.

When Kimera got home, she found another ice rose on her living room table, along with another note.
Be grateful you got my tattoo and not someone else's; there are demons who wouldn't hesitate to make you into little more than their glorified sex-slaves. I'm at least willing to take it slow.

- Sam

P.S.: I got you a little present. You seemed rather attached to the little guy, and I noticed the sign that said employees couldn't buy pets from their own store. He'll respond to whatever name you want him to.

Meanwhile, a familiar yipping sound was coming from a box with air holes next to the note... a box which was running in circles on four furry little white feet.

The newly named Kenji yipped happily before starting to lick Kimera's face repeatedly and with much enthusiasm (and fox slobber), tail even wagging as if he were a dog.

The next morning, the food she'd put out for the demon had vanished, having obviously been eaten... though considering the fox slobber all over it, it was difficult to tell whether it was Kenji or the demon that had eaten it.
At any rate, it was still snowing outside, yet the snow level had somehow stayed the same, and when Kimera checked the news, there were reports of a strange white beast being seen in an abandoned shack not far from her house - what it was was unclear exactly, but the witnesses seemed to think it was an arctic fox... with the exception of one very, very drunk fellow, who insisted it was a living seven-tailed fox ice sculpture that had walked up to him and pissed on his shoe. "Whatever it is," the reporter was saying, "it's probably best to steer clear of it."

"Well, I'm personally rather fond of snowdrops," a cheerful voice with a faint Japanese accent noted conversationally, shortly followed by a white blur taking the bacon, shortly followed by a light crunch as the bacon was sampled. "Probably has something to do with me being more of a winter fox than anything else. Still, if you didn't like roses, you could've mentioned it sooner; I only went with those because I heard they're the traditional flower for human courtship." With that, the ice rose was promptly reshaped into an ice hydrangea, though the source of the voice was nowhere in sight.

"That's not my fault - when a fox demon's power goes above seven tails, they end up influencing the environment whether they want to or not," the same voice commented; this time, however, it was the man from yesterday, and he had an Italian accent instead of a Japanese one. The voice was definitely the same, though, as he looked around with interest. "On that note, do you have any fox treats? Hopefully in chicken alfredo or beef teriyaki flavor? Don't get me wrong, your cooking is good, but I figure it's best to have an alternative in case I ever need to evade your righteous female fury."

"Firstly, my name is Samuke, but you can call me Sam - if you'll recall, that's how I signed the letter that came with Kenji. Secondly, how was I supposed to know that? Most of our interaction consists of you wishing pain and/or death on me and/or threatening me, with the only four exceptions being when we first met, dinner last night, this morning, and right now... and I'm not entirely sure this morning counts, since I overheard you wishing I'd get run over. Thirdly, I know that, but again, I think it'd be best to have backup rations," the newly identified Samuke quipped back dryly even as he handed over the ten bucks and took the treats. "As for Kenji, that's really quite simple: you obviously wanted the little guy, he obviously wanted to be with you, and I've got a soft spot for arctic foxes."