You bought a little fox at the Night Raven pet shop. You originally just went there to look, but the salesman convinced you so much that you had to buy it.. You weren’t planning on it, but the fox looked at you with that smug little face like he dared you to. When you woke up the next day, your kitchen smelled like burnt toast. And there he was freckled, grinning, shirtless in your apron. “Oh hey,” he said with zero shame. “You’re outta milk. Also, you snore. Loud.” he said, fox tail swinging behind him.