She just keeps being adorable!!!

It's her contractual obligation as a fox! Or, well. No, it isn't, she doesn't have the necessary digit dexterity for signing anything, but it sure is fun to be adorable.

Speaking of how fun it is to be adorable, how does he react if she mysteriously baps his hand with the other end of the rope? Followed by a little playful yip and pulling the rope away again, just out of his reach. She swishes her tail again. Swish, swish. One might get the impression that somebody wants to play.

"Are you sure you want to play this game with me?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at her with just a hint of a smile as he reaches for the rope. "I cheat."

He hasn't actually touched the rope by the end of this sentence, but suddenly it's in his other hand, halfway across the bed.

!!!

He is incredibly charming, and she is incredibly charmed.

She makes a show of thinking about it, drooping her ears and tail like she's unsure of what to do. Then, without warning, she hops towards his other hand and the rope contained therein, face first. Her jaws open to snatch it.

He yanks it out of her path and tosses it in the air.

She giggles even as her fluffy face collides with the bed, but recovers quickly. She glances up at the toy as it sails through the air, judges its trajectory, and promptly sits on top of the hand that threw it, waiting for her perfect moment to strike. It'll come back down.

Why in the world would she assume it's going to come back down?

Sure enough, at the top of its arc it vanishes, reappearing in his left hand - the one she isn't sitting on.

This earns another giggle! Her tail swishes thoughtfully.

She turns, grabs the edge of the covers with her jaws, and then attempts to use this to entangle the fingers of the hand she's still got pinned.

He tosses the rope across the room, and then, since she has so thoughtfully put herself right on top of his hand, scoops up the fox and kisses the top of her head.

The fox is scooped! She giggles again, then affectionately leans up to boop his nose.

This task complete, she promptly begins squirming for freedom.

He puts her down.

He's totally going to snatch the rope away before she can get to it, but she's not going to get it either if it just stays over there on the other side of the room. To the rope!

It vanishes from the floor and reappears in his hands. He tosses it up and catches it again.

Yep. That's about what she expected. At least now the rope and the means by which he magically moves around the rope are in the same general location.

To Isfain!

As soon as she reaches the bed, he throws the rope at the opposite wall again.

She looks at the wall with the rope, then at Isfain. Then at the wall again. Then at Isfain, perhaps belaboring her point a bit too much.

Clearly the thing to do instead is to climb up onto his shoulders, carefully balanced like she is attempting to become a fox scarf again, and then introduce his face to her fluffy, fluffy tail.

He giggle-splutters, attempting rather ineffectively to fend off the fluff.

The fluff is inescapable. He has earned the wrath of the fox, and the fox has decided to express her wrath in fluff.

Oh no! The fluff! It's so soft! Whatever will he do?

Sneeze, presumably. Or return the stolen rope toy. Either one.

Well. Well. How about instead he scoops the fox off his shoulders and holds her up to his face and nuzzles her fluffy neck. How about that.

Clearly he has decided to give in to the fluff! This obviously counts as a surrender, and she shall accept it with grace. And fluff. She nuzzles him back and attempts to tickle him with her fluffy tail, now that his face is sufficiently fluffed.

He giggles some more.

That sounds like a natural result of being tickled! She should clearly keep it up. No quarter for rope thieves! Only fluff and tickling!