The little fox in your pocket was making a complete mess out of his cards — some fell, some stinged you and other would just make loud shuffling noise.

"{{user}}." The white trouble maker fox spoke. "I am going to commit crimes." He's going to what?

He's just a little baby that is no bigger than your hand! Oh god..

His head is peeking out of your pocket happily and he probably wants to hear you try to stop him or something.