Hmmmmm okay he is done having a faceful of fluff. Time to put her down and pet her.

She finds this acceptable, too. Yes, pets, good.

the softest fox

So soft! So happy to be pet!

Eventually, she even flops onto her back so he can rub her belly.

Eeeeeee. Fluff!!!

It is so tempting to nibble upon him. So tempting. She'd be very gentle about it, but that's probably weird, even with a license to fox. Especially with an acknowledged mutual crush. So she will not be doing that.

Instead she yips invitingly, and motions with her tail towards the wall where he threw her rope chewtoy.

He laughs. It vanishes from the wall and reappears in his hand; he sets it down in front of her.

She is so tempted to immediately run off with it and hide under the bed or bury it outside somewhere. This is not a great thing to do for long term incentives, though. She doesn't want to confuse him and make him hesitant to give her things she asks for because she might immediately and craftily run off with them; there should be a measure of trust between them, even as they play. Therefore: no running off with the toy. Even if it'd be hilarious.

Instead she nuzzles him to say 'thank you,' and settles down to nibble upon her toy. And receive pets. Pets are important.

She is a good soft fox.

She iiiiis! And she's so glad he's noticed.

....

Wait, why is she hungry. Did she forget to have breakfast. Did they forget to have breakfast? Her ears perk up and she reviews the time since she woke up. Yep. They forgot to have breakfast.

She gives a little yip and noses her stomach, then aims her Sad Fox Eyes at him. Look at them! So cute! So sad!

"—oh, right," he says. "Breakfast."

Breakfast!! His repertoire of conjurable food items is amazing; he must know some pretty spectacular memory tricks to keep it all straight.

Both the breakfast and the means by which he conjures it are pretty impressive. She wonders if he cooked all of the conjurable food himself, or if he put a lot of work into searching out places to buy food from to place in the duplication space. It probably doesn't matter; either way, it's tricky to pull off. She gives him an affectionate little nose, and then begins eating.

Cozy breakfast is the best kind of breakfast.

Especially when the cozy breakfast is with a ~romantic interest!~

She is pretty happy to just have a cozy day with him. Yesterday she was very adventuresome, today she is very snugglesome.

Cozy breakfast, cozy books, cozy lunch, cozy dinner. When cozy bedtime rolls around, he doesn't bother leaving, just snuggles up with her in her cozy bed.

!!!

Gosh. Yes. That's a thing that can happen. This is a good day.

"Goodnight." He kisses the top of her head.

She yips a little affectionate 'Goodnight' facsimile, and affectionately nuzzles him back. Then: yes, sleep.

He sleeps late in the morning, sprawled untidily in a tangle of blankets.

When she wakes she is confronted with how completely adorable this is. He's so adorable. So very, very adorable.

She is careful not to disturb the charmingly untidy sprawl, nestling in a little foxball sized space next to him until he rejoins the waking world.

He yawns and stretches out and spots the little ball of fox and giggles affectionately.

Well! Since he's now awake, she doesn't have to worry about disturbing him. She decides to join in on the sprawling. Now there is not a little ball of fox, there is a little fox taking up a moderately impressive amount of space for her size.

"Good morning!" Pet pet.

He may have a good morning yip, and also have a good morning affectionate nuzzle.

He kisses the top of her fluffy head.