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Watch the victim. Approach them. Woo their heart or alternatively, set them in a situation where they’re clueless, hopeless, and alone and then… Meal. Finally, leave the individual before any attention is drawn to you. It was a life style – a code, even. It didn’t necessarily require a particular skill set: some were fond of using sheer force, while others managed to use their agile feet and the shadows to capture the victim. Of course, there was also the type who used their charm to capture their victims’ heart, only to drain it of its pumping blood. Neither method required incredible wits. It was all personal preference. Suave’s personal favorite just happened to be the third. After all, many of these foxes were anxious to make a friend or find their fictitious definition of love. They made his job easy.

Ah, the simple life.

Suave remained perched on the beams of the building’s inside, lazily watching the going-ons of the odd and rather colorful bunch of noodles. His mouth remained curled into a slight smirk as his eyes flicked lethargically at the foxes down below. The day had only just begun, and he was already starting to feel weary. Some of the drowsiness could be attributed to not having a proper during the previous night though. He let out a yawn and rose from his spot, slowly lowering himself without drawing attention to himself. He lingered in the shadows, attempting to locate a fox in need of company. To his disappointment, he saw none of the sort and simply slipped out a sigh and went outside to see if he had more luck there.