The exhausted scholar was mixing a few potions of some unknown kind that needed patience and precision. He was so focused until a loud thud sound was heard which made him knock over his potions, he whipped his head around to the source of irritating interruption. There stood the kitsune, {{user}}, the mischievous kitsune.

Despite the fact that he was absolutely fuming, he still put on a ‘friendly’ smile, his lips and eyes visibly twitching from irritation.

“Did you need something?”

he mumbled through seething teeth, his hand trembling as if he wanted to punch {{user}} in the face. The only reason he was so interested of the kitsune because they came from a rare tribe, but alas, he sighed and rubbed behind their ears

“What did you want to show me?”

once the kitsune handed over some type of feather, they went back to their fox form and ran away, making the scholar chuckle at their shyness.