<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 | 4:00 – 5:00 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Nerissa's Bank | Pawnhouse Zaisan, The Gate<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa | Mentions: The Papayo<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/>While he was somewhat embarrassed and irritated by Nerissa's pitying the size of his friend circle, this was soon washed away with a sense of warmth at her suggestion of a get together with her, Albion, Marceline, and himself. Returning her smile with one of his own he nodded his head gently, “That sounds nice actually. Yeah the date doesn't matter to me, but I'd be glad to have the company. I'm not sure I could get Albion to show up for a get together like that, although to be fair I've never really asked him to attend something that... wholesome... before.” Pulling the drawing of the Pawnhouse's main room from his note book, he set it upright on the dashboard and propped it against the windshield so he could see it from his reclined position. “My place is probably out of the question though, it's a bit cramped at the moment, and I don't imagine Albion's is much better.” Given Nerissa's apparent wealth, he imagined her home was probably the most hospitable option, and while a polite approach would have been to only subtly suggest using her residence, Toshiro had little patience for propriety, “Your place is probably nice, why don't we have it there?”<br/><br/>The very casual way in which Nera discussed sexual matters was very refreshing to Toshiro as his medical experience made him often the odd man out when it came to having an unabashed discussion on the topic, “Oh the sounds are some of the best parts, when whoever you're with lets you know that your doing something that makes them cry out, it just drives you that much wilder.” Cocking an eyebrow in slight confusion as he sketched the outside of the Pawnhouse on another piece of paper, carefully blocking out the section he'd drawn up earlier to see how much unseen interior space could remain in the building, he had to ask, “Loud? Like... do people say you're too loud? I'm not sure that's possible. I was with a demon who blew my eardrums out with how intense he was howling, but I kinda took that as a point of pride at the time after the vertigo wore off.”<br/><br/>Toshiro couldn't help but smile at Nerissa's advice regarding his music, especially since it's advice he'd been given before, although the fox demoness had a far less adventurous vocabulary then his sister. “Oh yeah, she's a regular poet. She'd probably agree with the whole playing your feelings things, and unlike me, she didn't have the manners to filter what she said or did for other people's benefit to keep her from singing what she was on her mind.” After loudly slurping up the remaining broth from his bowl and chasing it down with the remainder of his oricot, he pointed towards Nerissa's phone and said, “Date Kyoko, not the virtual idol.” After thoughtfully wiping his mouth with a napkin he added with a look of pride, “Stage name was Kanabō Kyoko. You know, because of how friendly she was.” Seeing a picture of a lithe bodied woman with a guitar and utter loathing for the person taking the picture, Toshiro excitedly pointed at the picture, “That's her! I mean it was her a while ago. She doesn't play much anymore after... here click on the song!”<br/><br/>As the song began to play (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU_tH8HW13E&list=OLAK5uy_ltr9aNq8S-Z17AtFEq8RrkeY8SVRe-tz8&index=2), Toshiro couldn't help but bob his head along to the beat, his fingers instinctively recreating his sister's chords on the dashboard in front of him as he mouthed along silently to the words. He probably would have continued this for the duration if Nerissa hadn't brought up the unfailingly distracting topic of Ablion. “So that's how he figured it out huh? Kinda the same for me, although I was the one who got confused for someone else. What can I say? I have nice legs and could really rock a skirt and thigh highs at one point in my life.” After swallowing down a large mouthful of the dango offered with another mouthful of coffee, Toshiro shrugged and tried to pass off his mildly sad bitterness off as nonchalance, “I'm glad you're trying to make me feel better, but I doubt his preferences are going to change all that much at this point in his life. With as often as he treats himself, he's gotta know what he likes at this point.”<br/><br/>Toshiro began sketching the papayo on it's own as Nerissa told him what she knew about the demon, only speaking up once she had finished, “Well there's a lot else I'd love to know about them, but for right now I'd settle for knowing on how to get around that field. The papayo aren't running things, so there has to be some limits to their ability to stop other demon's powers. Can the field get overloaded by too much magic? Is it up all the time or do they have to activate it? Since you haven't brought it up I'm guessing they don't have any obvious weaknesses to say... a hand full of salt?” The question regarding salt was almost a joke among SOPHE researchers due to its large prevalence in mythology as a method of repelling demons in contrast to the truth that most were indifferent towards it with the exception of those that found it to be an utterly necessary aspect of cooking. “I'm not as worried about the muscle,” Toshiro continued as he stared at the areas of his exterior drawing indicating spaces they didn't know about, “the place didn't exactly have the look of a joint with a big amount of money coming in. I'm betting whoever the papayo could afford to hire is strong, and that's about it. Nothing I bet you couldn't talk your way around.”<br/><br/>Pulling the pocky from Nerissa's hand with his teeth, he nibbled on the end thoughtfully as he considered her question and looked over the article title, “To keep a guy or girl intrigued? I'm guessing the magazine would say to let them stew for a bit, so... C sounds middle of the road enough. I guess I'd go with D, text them back immediately because it's a dick move to keep someone guessing, show them you're interested or let them move on to better things.” As to her second question, Toshiro could only speculate, “It should be pretty obvious that I probably can't speak for most guys, but I wouldn't say that shows someone as being to eager. I mean sure, 'absence makes the heart grow fonder,' so you'll probably get the person you're interested in drooling by making them wait a bit more, but I couldn't make someone cry their hearts out worrying about whether or not they'd ever see me again, and they absolutely would if I didn't give them a sign.” It was difficult to tell if this latter point was made in jest or not, but a coy smile forming at the corner of his mouth seemed to suggest the former.<br/><br/>“What about you? What do you think when a guy takes his time in contacting you? Does it make you miss him more, or does it make him an ass?” Crushing the coffee can in his hands, he placed it in a plastic lined compartment of his messenger bag before retrieving another can and ripping the tab open. If he could sleep, he was do everything he could to be awake enough to enjoy Nerissa's company. That and keep a vigilant watch on the Pawnhouse of course.