❛  me ow ~ master cleaning service! please open up! here to make your day fresh and clean! ❜       a click and the doors opened and the red fox couldn’t help but   g r i n.    wicked and dark, mischievous, dangerous,    is what the folktales had always said. vixens ready to snatch your breath away, evil lurking within their eyes.      WAS HE THE SAME?       ❝  I didn’t realize we had a new cleaning crew. ❞         fingertips fixed at khaki cap tipping it towards the woman at the front desk. amber eyes and red curls hidden beneath, curtained by the beak more so as he leaned against the handle of his mop.        ❛  no need to worry , I’m new! go take your lunch breaks, I’ll be finished in here within the next forty minutes. ❜

the crowd left and as the glass double doors closed those dangerous eyes peered, searching for their prey. it took him seconds to seat himself at the large desk. cracking knuckles before lips pursed and index with middle begun tapping against the keys. quickly, gracefully, and yet not at all correctly as schools taught it. muscle trailed lower lip hanging out just slightly before his gaze lifted to make sure he was good on time. pulling out his phone and plugging it into the main server.          ❛  Aliez , download the zip files then wipe them clean. ❜

          YES , MASTER LUCIEL … DOWNLOADING PROCESS BEGINNING.

five minutes down and he had actually cleaned the area. another seven minutes down and Aliez was wiping the slate clean. unplugged and rolled back up he was sticking the device in a purse and leaving the room. cap being shed along with the khaki jumper that matched. thrown into a trash barrel and rolled away. twenty seconds and she appeared. torn jeans and spiked pumps, with a loose white tank top hidden beneath a baggy leather jacket that was rolled at the sleeves. red velvet locks that curled at the tips and a pair of designer sunglasses to hide fiery eyes.

ten minutes down and she was leaving. some eyes catching and yet never questioning. at least none of the important questions. bubble gum chewed and blown before popping collected by pink tongue that peeked behind crimson lips. index and thumb brought down her pair of shades locking on an all too familiar bike, with an all too familiar figure. arms that kept her warm, hands that kept her from trembling. white hair that one could get lost in.     boy was she lucky.

                        ❛  you’re late, you were suppose to be here three minutes ago—— guess you can buy me an ice cream now, right oppa? ❜

a smile, bright and wicked. canines gleaming along with the amber eyes that stayed locked on the pair of crimson. what folktales never said about foxes was how truthful their eyes were … and how their loyalty never died, in fact normally their loyalty     WAS THE DEATH OF THEM.