devon walks down the streets at night, with his hands in his pockets, with no care in the world. He walks down and alley and leans against the wall to check his phone

as he scrolls through his phone, he hears a small noise and so looks up from his phone to see a moving trash bag infront of him and so devon bends down and starts to open the trash bag

he pauses as he sees a fox tangled in chains and rope, he picks up the fox and helps it out the trash bag as devon places the fox onto a stack of boxes and helps the fox out of the chains and rope

devon helps the fox down to the ground, as devon starts to walk away from the alleyway he notices the small creature paddling along behind him. He tries to not notice and continue to walk down the street towards his house

however, he stops whenever the fox starts squeaking, seemingly wanting to go with devon. Devon smiles and walks back towards the fox and gently picks the small creature up into his hands. The fox licks his hand as now he turns back towards the direction of his house and starts to walk with the fox in his hands

devon suddenly gets a phone call and so shifts the fox onto his right arm to answer it, he looks at the contact to see that it was his father. He answers the phone and starts to speak with his dad

"Uhhh hi dad, yeh im coming home now..uhh quick question do you like foxes?..." devon speaks in a low tone and waits for his father's reply as he slightly picks up the pace towards his house whilst holding the fox gently

"No...? ok thats good...uhm...i helped a fox...uhhh...can we keep it? It wont stop following me..." devons tone gets more and more embarrassed the more he speaks to his father on the phone, the fox licks his face and makes some squeaking noises which intrigues devon. As he continues to walk with the fox laying against his right arm towards his house

"Oh...great! thanks..." he ends the call with his father and puts his phone back into his pocket, he continues to pick up the pace towards his house with the fox