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[If one happens to be in the Blue Light this evening, they will find one of the newer waitresses moving about in a rather nervous manner, trying to avoid any of the customers, and has in fact pulled out her network device to try calling off from work, hesitating over the action because she feels lucky to have the job at all, and shouldn't be slacking off so early on, but...]

Vous connaissez la rue de l’amour? Celle qui fait l’angle du plaisir. On peut la chercher ensemble?

[After saying this to one of the nearby customers, Anna's face has turned beet red, more flustered than she has been in a very long time.]

I'm sorry. I'm very-- Je suis perdu. Je cherche le chemin pour atteindre votre cœur. Vous pourriez m’aider?

[[ooc; dig that hover-text.]]

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[But she will feel so badly if she stepped on him... So she pitches forward and does an awkward little hop, gasping. She just barely catches herself and leans there, breathing heavily. It probably wouldn't have warranted such a reaction if she weren't already completely frazzled.

She glances down to see if the little creature is gone or alright, however.]

[chasestail]

[He's fine, just crouching down in full expectation of being punted half across the street. It wouldn't be the first time - his ribs won't thank him in human form

But he's fine.]

Yip.

(Hey.)

[She doesn't look like she is.]

Yip-woooo?

(Hey, what's the matter?)

[With either bravery or foolhardiness, he trots back to bump up against her shin.]

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[She sinks down into a crouch tiredly, tilting her head at the curious little thing, lifting a hand to touch the tip of his ears with her index finger.]

Salut, dis je t’ai pas déjà vu quelque part? Oui c’était dans mon dernier rêve.

[She doesn't bother apologizing to him, she assumes he won't understand the ridiculous things she keeps saying.]

Hello there...

[chasestail]

[One satellite-dish ear flicks against the touch before he leans into it. Curse. And one that can't be easy for any woman on her own, let alone-]

Mrrr rwoof.

[He raises a paw to her knee.]

(I reckon I'd better walk you home.)

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[She rubs his ear gently, looking down at him. Getting pity from a stray fox, okay... this is her life now.]

You should be careful. I-- I did not know that angels could fly so low. [Ugh. She sighs.] Almost didn't see you.

[She lingers there a moment longer, but she really would like to go back to her car and the campsite now, so with one last pet she gets to her feet to head that way.]

[chasestail]

[And that's fine. He'll just trot along behind her, a few inches out of the kick zone.]

[flensing]

[Oh. Uhm... She glances over her shoulder uncertainly, but she... lives in a tent in the woods with her supplies stored in her car, wild critters are really not that strange of a visitor. She just carries on her way, though once they've made it out of town, she does offer to feed him.]

Come live in my heart, and pay no rent. [She just swallows, and ignores that, digging through her trunk, wondering what little foxes eat... She has some beef jerky.] Hungry?

[chasestail]

[They're oddly romantic, the pick-up lines she keeps hitting him with. He's in little doubt that his own mind would be far more lurid. And- where are they going? The car?]

Yip! Yip!

[Everybody wants to feed him. This has not stopped him being entirely opportunist about accepting.]

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[The red car is small, parked near a tent beyond the treeline outside of town. She hadn't wished for the car to drive it, she has seen that there are few around, and the city is not difficult to walk. She takes the beef jerky from her supplies, ripping it open to offer him a piece before she sets about getting the fire going.]

[chasestail]

[It's a cute car, but it's not a place to live. He takes his jerky and drags it off a little way, checking out the are she's marked out for herself. Wondering if anyone knows she's here.]

[flensing]

[The car had been her adoptive mother's, intended to be her own and so when Anna had stolen it... She had been allowed to make her choice, although when she had called home, her mother had still chewed her ear over those choices. She had been all but alone then, and she is used to that now. Sephiroth is the only other person to visit her campsite, he comes by on his way out into the woods to practice. If he's in the mood, he can be offered tea, but they both value the solitude.]