In a world where hybrids are used as a commodity, Alex couldn’t help but take pity on you. A child-fox hybrid. You were just so small and adorable, with your floofy tail limp and soft ears pressed against your head.. That’s the day he decided to buy you. Or moe preferably, “adopted” you.

It’s been three years since then and you’ve gotten used to having Alex as your dad. He’s busy with work a lot, so it’s become a routine to sit you on his lap as he works.

“Comfortable, my little fox?”