The next morning Sakumo awoke partially reclining against his counter with a horrible crick in his neck and the fox girl, creature, thingy- partially curled up in his lap, still unconscious.
No doubt from all of the food that she had consumed the night before. He thought darkly as he rolled his shoulders a little bit to try and work the kink out of his neck. While trying to come up with a legitimate reason to explain to his local grocer why he was going to need to replace an army's worth of food after just three days.
Somehow saying that he was hit by a fanged midget typhoon just didn't seem right.
Partially because he would be admitting that he was living with something or someone that hadn't been in his home before and partially because he knew how the gossip mills worked. The second he said anything about anything people would be speculating on all kinds of shit.
Like was he going to throw a party and open up his properties to the other clans? Did he finally have a girlfriend? Things that would infuriate him. Things that were absolutely noone's business.
Especially since he was stuck with this- this odd- He grasped the back of her shirt and tried to remove her from his leg but she only twitched and wrapped her little arms around his upper leg causing him to scowl in annoyance- and annoyingly clingy little...er, child for the moment.
And he didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea about him.
He didn't like little girls. He certainly didn't like little girls that scared the bejesus out of him. Hell, he didn't like kids in general. Everytime one of his married friends tried to hand him one; he threatened to strangle them with their intestines. Thus causing his friends to walk away from him, feeling that a repeat of the offer would be unwise.
He managed to get the kink out of his neck, out and looked down at his unwanted house guest with another scowl on his face as he thought. I need to get her up off of the floor before she get's sick.
He leaned forward a little bit and lifted his leg just enough to carefully pry her arms out from around it and gently pick her up and with a resigned/irked sigh held her against his chest as he slowly shifted so that he could get his feet under him while she curled up against him and buried her face against the hollow of his throat, making him pause for a second as he wondered if she was a biter and if he should be worried.
He quickly dismissed those thoughts though when she tried to climb up onto his shoulder while he got to his feet and stared to walk out of the room. He didn't brother putting her on the couch like he wanted.
Instead he kept reminding himself (for some ungodly reason that he didn't understand) that she was a child and would probably need the comfort of a bed and took her straight to his room where he put her in his bed and pulled the covers up over her and then turned around and left the room so that he could get started on cleaning the mess in the kitchen.
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Saya slept most of the morning away before finally waking to the sound of a rough masculine voice, swearing from somewhere in the house. Kicking the covers off Saya sat up and slipped off fo the corner of the bed she'd been sleeping in and paused and looked around.
The room was decently sized, the furniture antique, the curtains covering the window across from the bed were a vivid off mint green color with emerald green vines on them. She glanced down at the bedsheets and her lips quirked up at the corners a little bit in amusement. The bedsheets matched the curtains.
Which was a truly rare thing for a male to do since they never showed the slightest bit of interest in matching anything in their home decor.
She looked around the area again, checking for other things and noticed that the room was very clean. Like inhumanly, freakishly clean. She walked over to the dresser and ran her index finger along the top then looked at it and grunted.
Well...there wasn't even dust in here. She heard some more swearing followed by the sound of a foot kicking something which was closely followed by even louder swearing. Just what was the man doing in the other room anyways? She wondered as she slipped out of the bedroom and slowly, cautiously made her way down the hall towards the sound of Sakumo's swearing and paused in the door way to the kitchen and blinked in surprise.
The kitchen was practically glowing it was so clean.
And to top it all off the tabe and it's chairs had all been pushed against the wall to one side of the room and the kitchen had been laid out on it's back and Sakumo was sitting there next to it with his vest and headband discarded. His shirt sleeves rolled up over his forearms and he was leaning over the opening that she had created in the door of the fridge, scowling at it angrily.
"What's wrong?" Saya asked curiously as she quietly padded across the floor to look over his shoulder and see what he was up too. He didn't even look at her. The only acknowledgement of her presence that he gave was a rough sounding grunt as he picked up something metal and started to hit the fridge with it in an effort to get the jagged edges together again so that he could patch the hole up completely.
He paused after several hits and turned hsi head to give her a sour look then growled, "Move away now."
She blinked at him, uncertain about his tone when he said, "The fridge is broken. Now go work on breaking something else far, far away from me while I attempt to fix this." Saya scrunched up her nose and gave him a funny look. Wondering if he even realized what he'd just said.