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[ninefox]

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[magician_king]

I look kind of weird in red.

[He warns- striking, but like he's lost all the blood in his body.]

[ninefox]

It's more my color.

Maybe just accents.

[magician_king]

Cool cool.

I'm gonna go poke through the trunk room if you want to spy on me doing something undignified through a peephole.

[ninefox]

I'll imagine it.

I love you.

[magician_king]

Love you too.

[ninefox]

[The next day - after Quentin sorts things out a little with Fives - Jedao turns up as promised, texting 'when' again before arriving for fox time.]

[magician_king]

[He runs at him down the hall, a skittering, overexcited leap.]

[ninefox]

Jedao catches him up in both arms, carries him back through the door hanging slightly open. He sits on more or less the first piece of furniture he finds - it doesn't matter - cuddling Quentin close, dropping soft little kisses between his ears.

[magician_king]

Quentin makes a ridiculous noise, and a nuisance of himself, flailing around for him, refusing to settle.

[ninefox]

Jedao tosses him like he would a toddler, just a foot or so into the air, catches him again.

"Did you want to lead me somewhere, or are you just a restless fluff, huhn?"

[magician_king]

He tries to settle, but his maw hangs open, tongue lolling, definitely just in a silly mood. It's hard to contain excitement when you're a fox.

[ninefox]

Jedao lets him be a nuisance, then, and endeavors to figure out if foxes are ticklish.