Kitsunes were apparently strange ones, or at least Meguri was, Nesea figured. It was obviously odd to see the young fox-woman to go from so upset at the loss of her Cheshire cats to suddenly being quite fine with them being left to the shelter residents. The confusion was more than obvious on her beautiful, vaguely serpentine features. One of her fangs dug into the tender flesh of her lower lip and her finely shaped brows rose upward daintily but before any words of protest or thought of questioning the Kitsune's intent could rise she nodded her head along and looked back toward the small Neko child in her arms and slowly peeled away from her, rising back up to a more modest height atop her coils and coils of powerful tail. With an obvious fondness her hand rose up and she patted the young thing at the top of her head between her cat-like ears, her fingers slipping over one of the triangles of flesh and fur,rubbing the sensitive appendage between them before she let go and smiled. “ You should go perhaps show Mort around then, hrm?” Nesea's pale, pink lips split and exposed a stunning smile.<br/><br/>The girl, much to her credit seemed enthused about the idea. The little Neko nodded her head along eagerly, nearly jumping for joy at the prospect of not having to surrender her new friend to a woman she didn't even know. She wrapped the rotund Cheshire cat up tigther in her arms and pulled him closer to her chest before she smiled up at the Lamia with a joyous  delight dancing in her catty blues. “ Come on, kitty!” She raced off without another word, tail trailing behind herself as she went off to more than likely find some form of harmless mischief.<br/><br/>Nesea watched as the young girl departed, her torso sway atop her serpentine lower half before she turned back around and once again lowered herself down to a height more closely mirroring Meguri's own. For a moment it even seemed that the dancer was unsure of even what to say but thankfully in her awkwardness it was Meugri that seemed quite intent on breaking the silence. The words caused Nesea to laugh, the sound ringing like a little chime as she shook her head and placed a hand on both of her wide, generously flared hips.  “No, no.” She shook her head, a little mischief shining through in the tone of her voice as she turned bodily away from Meugri and began to slither off toward the western wall of the shelter room. As she moved, the serpent called out over her shoulder. “I was hoping to save the candy for you, of course. I'd rather lure a cute Kitsune.”<br/><br/><br/>With her witty retort let loose the Lamia remained silent as she moved on toward her own little slice of 'home'. It went without saying that she was confident Meguri would follow her without hesitation and so her pace was a brisk one. With the grace one would expect of a serpentine creature she easily made her way through the little crowds of  visiting folk that sometimes cropped up between the little 'homes' carved out by the shelter residents. She slipped through the tangled knots of people with a whispered apology each time until she came to a sudden halt, progress impeded not by any one person but by thin 'wall' of wood and rice paper. An old pull out privacy wall  was set out near one of the more out-of-the-way recesses in the far wall and Nesea fondly ran a hand over the divider, fingers drumming against the colorful ( if slightly faded) floral pattern on the paper before she  ducked around the divider.<br/><br/><br/>What the Lamia called home was actually quite simple-- it certainly wasn't a downtown apartment. From  a support beam hung a (clearly) reinforced hammock large enough to fit what looked to be an entire family. Beneath it was a padding of some sort, just in case any tumbles were taken more than likely. Tucked into the other side of the recess was a small and battered chest of drawers that held all of the snake-woman's precious belongings. The most obvious and eye-catching thing in the little 'room' however was the collage of pictures pasted on the wall her quarters were part of. Most of them seemed to be located somewhere on the streets of Avalon but while location varied, the subject was more often than not Nesea herself in various poses of dance with crowds gathered around her. Her costumes were garish and criminally bright , and sometimes what one would call indecent. The Lamia had a taste for sheer fabric and though she was never nude in any of the photos, it wasn't as though the thin faux silks she wore left much to the imagination. In more than one photo she even posed with 'fans', the eager watchers of her sensual performances. The rest of the photos were landscapes of the city itself that were more than likely plucked from magazines than taken with any camera that someone like Nesea could afford.<br/><br/>The snake-woman admired the wall for a moment before she turned and gesture out behind herself. “ You should know where I stay anyway, just in case. You're always welcome here if times get tough.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>