<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Old Man and the Fox</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8RBOKD1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>September 28th, 2018, Sometime after 16<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>An Outdoor shooting range<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Uniform<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“I’m just little over 60 year old. That’s really young for a fox demon… or for most of the demons generally. If I dropped my gun and killed you with that, that would be accidental. If I point at you and pull the trigger it’s not an accident. I don’t know what it’s, but it’s not an accident. I’m weak. I’m not that type of demon who goes around killing others. It’s because I simply can’t do it, but also because I don’t want to. I don’t like that side of the demons… or me. You said that I don’t respect your laws, but I still want to live the peaceful life that is possible here. This place is much better for me. I think that here… we shouldn’t be so cold and jaded that death or threat of death won’t leave an impact on us. It’s something we should be avoiding and afraid of. You think this is all very naive, don’t you?” The girl sounded little embarrassed when she asked that.<br/><br/>“I know how to be kind. I will show you how to be kind and you will do that at your pace. One step at time. You are doing a good job right now. I like that you are petting my head. Do you want to touch my ears? It’s okay. No, it’s welcome. Stroke them, caress them, rub them and scritch them right at the base from behind them” Nerissa instructed him. It sounded like she was giving instructions of how to pet a dog.<br/><br/>“Albion… Oh! Is it because of your hair? Albion like<em>a albino?</em>” Nerissa didn’t use japanese word for albino, which made sense because they were written and spoken differently. Instead she said albino in english. The girl grinned as she leaned to whisper in his ear, still in english.<em> “I will call you Albion, but if we ever become more than friends… then I will shorten your name.” </em><br/><br/>“Ooh! I must be hearing things! You apologised, from me?! I like this good side of you! I’m taking care of you, tidying you… Does it feel uncomfortable to you?” the girl asked, now back in japanese, yet she didn’t stop before her saliva had replaced the blood on his cheek. “We are friends now?! I’m so happy! Let’s be good friends Albion!”<br/><br/>“Oh… that. Well, what you said, it was awfully sad. It really touched my heart and I just wanted to press you against my chest, brush your hair and tell you it will be okay. Over and over again until you would believe it. If I was ever in that kind of situation, I would like someone to reach out for me and just… make me feel like I’m important and someone cares for me. But… now that we are friends, I have to confess you something. I lied to you. There was no spell. I can’t do that kind of spells. It was just a small illusion… I wanted to get you into your senses and stop demanding that from me, but I guess I thought too highly of myself… Either way, I’m happy that you are alive now.” The girl rested her head against his shoulder, lying there like she wasn’t planning on moving any time soon.<br/>