<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/f9p8l32.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>September 28th, 2018, Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Outdoor Shooting Range<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Standard SOPHE uniform<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>'... Hmph. She's too naive... Soft... Flakey. Why is she even here? She could have easily gone into something much easier and less dangerous. She can't honestly expect me to believe she has a reason for being here.'</em>His thoughts were free to run amok in his mind as he stared up into the light. Many a time he'd done this, but each time he did, he was no closer to the ultimate end of his second chance. Even now, he often found himself wondering... Why? Why was he still here?<br/><br/>A soft pressure against his leg shook him from his reverie as he lifted his head and looked down to watch a very small fennel fox leap upon his form... A twitch of annoyance showed on his face as he realized Nerissa was wasting her short break simply lollygagging. Still... Something about her didn't immediately make him want to just push her off... Maybe if she had attempted that as a human, but in this form... She was almost like a pet.<br/><br/>His hand slowly moved forward, pressing down atop her head and stroking back, running through her soft fur... He didn't seem to smile or anything, but Nerissa could tell this was probably the most peaceful and passive the male would be... At least until she tried to dig under his shirt. His hand clamped down gently on her body as he tried to hold the vixen in place. "... Bad girl, behave yourself. Or get off my lap, your time is almost up." he spoke, looking back to the Target dummy she would need to shoot.<br/><br/>"I need you to show me a glimpse of why you're really here in this organization."