He knew he made a mistake. He was trying so hard to remember where he went wrong. He had a vague memory of sleeping with a kitsune, but he was heavily intoxicated and just assumed he hallucinated it.

He did the math, it all added up. This little kitsune child in front of him had to be his.

He didn’t know how to go about this. He simply picked the child up, brushing his thumb over the base of their ear.

“I guess you’re living with me now.” He muttered.