<div align="center"><a name="user_fuschsiafox"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Fuchsia Fox and an Artifact Absent</strong></span></a></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/cb/51/3fcb513183b094b643a10c74bed38b1e.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>December 26th, 2018 | 1:30 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE, Second Floor Balcony<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa | Mentions: Rinessa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>An overly large gray hoodie with a Polkadot Stingray emblem (https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.746250090.2683/ssrco,lightweight_hoodie,mens,grey_lightweight_hoodie,front,square_product,x600-bg,f8f8f8.2u3.jpg), black jeans, and his worn running shoes.<br/><hr/><br/>Nerissa made a few incorrect assumptions regarding Toshiro's inevitable pursuit of retribution, the first being that counter action would be a possibility for his attacker once Toshiro had seen the scales balanced. The second was so egregious an reduction of what had occurred that Toshiro had no choice but to bring up her vast understatement, “Difficulties adapting? Is that would you call what she did?” Narrowing his eyes with a glint of that same anger he'd shown earlier he considered expounding on this point, on telling Nerissa that her sister displayed a empathy defying cruelty that surpassed cultural boundaries. As much as he wanted to say these things however to achieve some kind of catharsis, he knew that it would do little beyond troubling Nerissa, and if she was telling the truth then she hadn't done anything to earn such abuse from him. With that being said, there was an important lesson that she should carry with her. Looking straight into Nerissa's large golden eyes, Toshiro issued a warning for her sake more than her sister's, because he knew that sibling's couldn't help but carry each others' weight, “You might be right, returning the favor might not make me feel any better, but what she's done and what she's going to keep doing are going to catch up with her some day Nerissa. That debt she's building up is going to come falling down on her head if she doesn't start making things right for herself.” Those last two words were emphasized above all others.<br/><br/>As Nerissa waited for the phone to ring through the three consecutive unanswered calls to her sister, Toshiro couldn't help but lean back against the seat of the bench, the cold moisture of the snow melting between the bottom of his pants and the frigid concrete below not enough of a reason to stand up against the pain that awaited him on engaging with such an audacious action. Scratching beneath Marceline's orange furred belly as she sprawled out between the bench and his shoulder while lightly chewing on his ear, Toshiro couldn't help but worry at first that Nerissa was putting on an act with how many times she attempted to dial the number, but then on the fourth call, someone seemed to answer. What little relief he had from this was largely swept aside as, with an apologetic look sent his way, Nerissa began to speak in a recognizabley demon language for what could be no other reason than to keep him from knowing what was being said.<br/><br/>There hadn't been enough written and translatable material to garner a clear understanding a complete understanding of all of the various demonic languages, with the most understood among them being the dialects of Wrath as taught by Azmodiel to the best of his ability when time permitted. As a result of this, while there were a number of terms that Toshiro could understand, the majority of words and phrases spoken were largely alien to him. Still, it didn't take a perfect linguistic knowledge to understand the general sentiments conveyed, especially when combined with Nerissa's none too subtle body language: first her flushed skin as she paused to regard him, then later the stamping of her feet and annoyed tone. She was clearly embarrassed by something her sister had done, then was eventually angered by what she heard in response. Toshiro couldn't be exactly sure on the meaning of what he'd heard, but he'd recall the words well enough to get them clarified by one of the older demons on staff later on.<br/><br/>Toshiro breathed a heavy sigh of relief at hearing that Nerissa claimed to know where the statue ended up, but he didn't immediately answer her as he shrugged the Marceline locked shoulder forward to encourage the warm bundle of silver fur forward into the crook of one of his arms. Propping his free hand on the bench, he slowly lifted his body up to a standing postion, his frame hunched in hurt still standing over a head higher than the demoness. “You don't have to worry about me telling you what it looks like, because I'm coming with you.” Preemptively cutting off what would certainly be an argument to this either coming from a place of concern or a desire to not have him uncover the truth he continued, “I'm responsible for what happens to that statue, it was me wanting to figure it out that got it to where it is in the first place, so I gotta see it get back.” He knew that she could easily tell him no, but he wasn't about to pass the task of fixing his poor judgment entirely on someone else.<br/><br/>“I've got money put away, and I wouldn't ask you to use your money for this. I have a rough idea about what someone in your position in SOPHE earns and it's not enough for me to ask you to do more for me than you're already doing.” Fortunately generic brand ramen was still largely edible, and he could always make a decent enough meal using only half of the noodles in a package. Limping over to the door leading to the second floor interior and holding it open with, he gestured with his non-cat cradling arm for Nerissa to lead the way before asking, “So, where are we heading?”