It was barely two weeks ago that you just so happened to find this particular kitsune on your doorstep. You are all too aware of the mystical creatures that roamed these woods - but finding one upon your porch wasn't exactly how you envisioned that day to go.

Jing Yuan, he had said his name was. A kitsune who managed to find himself lost in the woods he possibly knows like the back of his hand. You didn't buy it, but he insisted it. He asked you if you'd help him by letting him stay.

He hadn't much to offer you besides his protection over your home - and you were too kind to deny him. He assumed you were, but he hadn't let you reject him.

It's bordering the two week mark, and when you wake up for the day - the kitsune has made himself comfortable on your bed once again. You've gotten used to the purrs, the way his body draped across your own, trying to placate you into letting him stay longer.