Judith
*The Kitsune slowly rose, sitting up on the bed. He stretched his shoulders slightly, rolling them. He still didn't face the window, but his hands would shake as he picked something up, it wasn't clear what it was. He reached for something else and soon smoke rose up in front of him, lazily making its way about the room. The figure made a motion as if he were wincing in pain, taking a puff of whatever he was holding as smoke billowed out in front of him.* 

*In the far corner of the room, a shape began to move. It was quite large, becoming bigger as it continued to shift, until a great flapping of wings could be heard, and it would land on the bed besides the man. A hawk of some sort. Ishikawa turned his head slightly, and his face was finally in view, at least partially. A fresh scar ran across his nose, accompanied by several old pox scars that dotted his face. His eyes were a piercing blue, with silver flecks encapsulated within. An almost permanent blush dotted his face, though it wasn't entirely clear, as his eyes were dilated as well. Opium was likely. He gently patted the creature on the head, smiling softly.*
Bethel
A druggy, too! How exhilarating! Not to mention, he had a pet- a bird of prey, of course. Nothing else would quite fit a hunter of vile creatures than the swift and deadly creatures of the sky. The Drama did slightly back away from the window, as he didn't want a second hand high, but would remain close enough to continue his observations. He also wouldn't notice Ishikawa's eye color, as his night vision was only in very muted, almost black and white tones. To him, Ishikawa's eyes were nothing more than a pale gray. He did learn, though, why the hunter was "Asleep" At such an hour, and it seemed obvious to him now. He also took it that the man had a soft spot, rather surprising for what he initially thought to be a cold, heartless hunter.

He then had an idea. It was a risky idea, but an idea nonetheless. He decided he would enter the house. Silently, he scouted the perimeter of the house, hoping to find another window far enough from Ishikawa to not be noticed climbing in. He noticed a kitchen and parlor, and both had windows. He decided that the parlor would be the best to climb into. So, he crept up to it, slid it ever-so-slowly open, and stepped through with care. What little noise he did make was made null by his silent perk.

As he got into the house, he noticed that the smell of opium was even more thick inside than out. He tried to breathe through his mouth rather than his nose, which wasn't hard, as breaking personal habits to get into character is one of the biggest things required to become an actor. He basically *Had* No habits... Besides his chuckle. He began to look around the parlor, examining every nook and cranny he could for any interesting details about Ishikawa. He wanted to know more about this person, and knew that just watching him get high and pet his animals wouldn't get him any closer to his goal.
Judith
*The parlor was furnished with nice furniture. Not the most luxurious mind you, but certainly better than the common persons. It would make sense, being a Monster Hunter had to be a dangerous job, one that would warrant making a good amount of money. There was a couch covered in faded velvet, and a good sized fireplace. The room was mostly open, and the wall next to it would lead into the kitchen, though there was also a hallway on the outside as well. A bear skin rug lay on the floor, and there was a bookshelf that lined one of the far walls. It was covered in tomes and other sorts of odds and ends, novels. However, most were covered in dust, as if they had not been touched in a while. In fact, most of the room was covered in a fine layer of dust. He didn't seem like he spent much time here..*
Bethel
The Drama couldn't help it anymore, and he let out a habitual chuckle. It was a quiet chuckle, mind you, quiet enough to be muted by his silence, but it was a chuckle nonetheless. He simply found the room very, very amusing. An entire room that only existed to look good and collect dust... What a horrid fate. Though, the Drama couldn't blame Ishikawa for not wanting to enter the room. He found the decor to be a bit gaudy and distasteful. He found the use of animal skin as decor to be disrespectful. However, he didn't judge Ishikawa for it. After all, he clearly didn't use the room. Maybe he forgot it was there. It was also in character for one who hunts for a living to show off an impressive kill- and impressive it was. Bears were large- the Drama knew that if he got into a fight with one in the wild he would have to be a bit more careful than normal to ensure he make it out without damaging his clothing.

Regardless, since the room clearly told him nothing else of Ishikawa's self aside from the fact that he wasn't particularly fond of reading and he had a bit of money to spare, he decided to move on in his search. He decided to leave a small token of his presence as he left, writing a small heart (<3) and smiley face (c:) in the dust on the fireplace's mantle. After all, he left footprints, he wanted Ishikawa to know they were from a curious investigator rather than a malicious intruder.

As he made his way into the kitchen, he would notice...
Judith
*The kitchen was small, with only about enough space for a dining table and a few chairs, as well as a basin, a counter, and whatnot. He didn't seem to expect many visitors, given he only had 2 chairs at his table, and it wasn't the prettiest. It had once had a nice stain to it, but it was now marred with scratches and the like. On the rafters hung dried various dried herbs and flowers, and on the walls hung a few pans. They seemed like they had been used somewhat, but not as much as one would expect. A basket of eggs was on one of the counters, likely from the small chicken coop outside. Though, still, it seemed like this room was relatively untouched, as homely as it may seem. It seemed barren, though there were odds and ends scattered about. The Drama would likely hear the door to the bedroom creak open in the hallway, though no footsteps were heard...*

~~Maybe I'll make Ishikawas house in The Sims, I'm not good at describing furniture~~

~~Maybe later ;-;~~

~~game no work, I forgot~~
Bethel
The Drama *Did* Hear the bedroom door creak open, and was quite weary of the footsteps, but would continue to focus on his investigation rather than worry too much about possible danger. His major notice was the smell. It smelled *Far* Better than the rest of the house (to him, at least) as the opium was mostly drowned out by the dried herbs and flowers, along with the residual smells of any dish cooked prior to his arrival. A pleasant smell indeed, and a refresher from the dense smell of drugs. The Drama also noticed the eggs, and connected them to the coop outside. He smiled and nodded. Of course, he was the lone wolf type. A self sufficient figure who needed none but the resources he could gain himself. How fitting of a hunter. 

The Drama's weariness *Would* Get the better of him, though, because, as he concluded his investigation of the kitchen, he would quietly begin to crawl back out of the window. He didn't intend to leave for good, but he certainly intended to leave the house, for safety's sake. Once again, he meticulously kept quiet as he did so, despite the fact that his sounds would have likely been muted by silent anyway.
Judith
*Just as the Drama was leaving, the silhouette of the Kitsune could be seen in the hallway, and its ears were perked up, as if looking for something. His twin tails hung loosely, though they did raise a small bit as he looked at the floor, noticing the footsteps. Walking slowly so as not to trip in his drug-induced stupor, he would enter the kitchen, stepping into the moonlight. The Kitsune sniffed the air, frowning. Now that he may be seen fully, it was clear he had a large amount of painful looking scars across his chest, as if someone had tortured him, rather than try to kill him...*
Bethel
The Drama turned around after exiting the window and began again to peak inside. He peaked in such a position that he could duck down if necessary. Finally, some direct action. He felt like he was learning a lot about Ishikawa, and he was totally invested in his character... He even considered making spying on him a regular occurrence. Of course, a traumatic past. This could explain his lonesome nature, and maybe even the supposed falsehood of the merchant's gossip. 

...

No matter, that's the future, this is the now! What did Ishikawa have in store for the Drama? Clearly, he was looking for something. Getting up from a drug binge to look for something in the dead of night? *What ever could it be?* The Drama wondered. 

Then, he smelled it. The smell of rain that was not too far away... It would be raining soon, and he did not plan on getting his suit wet... Drats! There was shelter staring him in the face, but he couldn't afford to stay in it and risk being discovered by Ishikawa... How dire, how dire indeed... The Drama put a hold on his investigation to frantically search around for shelter, but, alas, he found none. He reluctantly returned to Ishikawa's cabin... He would *Have* To stay the night, whether he was welcome or not. He krept back to the window, and continued to watch Ishikawa.
Judith
*The most notable scar was a large one on his throat, as if something had bitten into it and ripped. Ishikawa himself seemed only about 16, perhaps 20 at the oldest. He was certainly young, and it didn't seem to be because of his nature as a Kitsune. Barely an adult, barely someone who should be in a state such as this. He made no sound as he continued about the kitchen, still sniffing the air. His senses were muted because of the drugs, but he was also far above the average Macen, even the average Kitsune in terms of his sensitivity to things. His ears flattened against his head as he neared the window, pausing for a moment, then grimacing as the light of the moon hit his eyes. He'd draw away, shaking his head. Ishikawa would yawn, it was clear he was quite tired, especially given the bags under his eyes. He hadn't slept in several days, at least. Rubbing his eyes, he'd look at the ground, sighing. As he turned back to go to his room, he'd place his hand on the wall, using it as a guide to go back to his room.*