<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>Tentacles it is<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Uniform<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Okay. It started to look like there wouldn’t be any admiring words coming out of Remington from witnessing this his invention of hers. Nera understood that it was slightly uncomfortable to be held like that, but as far as she knew the human shouldn’t be actually harmed.<br/><br/>“Really? You don’t look like it” His calm and annoyed face looked exactly the same! Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen many emotions on his face. It was like trying to deal with a woman whose face was full of Botox. Except this one was a man, and Nera was seriously concerned about that she might end up in pieces in multiple different locations. “It looks like you have done this before” Remington had been about to say a magical grenade, so it was clear that he knew something about these kind of things.<br/><br/>“Oh. Right” Nerissa wasn’t going to stay there and try to argue with him. At this situation it was best for her own wellbeing to do exactly what Remington told her to do, so the girl hurried back to the range. Fortunately that two minutes was really two minutes and once the time had passed the vines simply died. It was like the life had been snuffed from them and they fell all limp on where they were. One of the people who saw what happened to Albion was brave enough to come and ask if the needed some help.<br/><br/>By the time Albion returned to the fox demoness she was already back to practising obediently. It was easy to see from the amount of ammo she had used. Now that Albion wasn’t there with his clock timing her she could concentrate on simply hitting the target and that helped her to get used to a moving target. When Remington didn’t say a thing about the tendrils Nera saw it for the best to keep quiet about it too.<br/><br/>The fox demon pleasured Albion with silence from her side. Now that the human man was quiet instead of throwing mean comments at her direction it was easier to focus. Her results had improved. With every round it got better. By the time the girl finally managed get all 10 out of 10 there was only a half of box of ammunition left on the counter. The fox looked at the grumpy man, her eyes beaming from joy. This time she contained herself and didn’t go jumping on him, remembering that he was just as excited as a dead tree of her jubilation. Instead she tried another approach.<br/><br/>“You noticed? That’s the second challenge completed! Now then, would you want to go drink a cup of coffee with me? After all this I mean. Or maybe I could offer you dinner? Or we could go somewhere?” It sounded like the demoness was asking him out. Nera herself didn’t see it that way. She was trying to bribe him to forgive for being late. “Oh, what you want me to do next?”<br/>