(If you want Kitsune Hime instead just imagine Nakano instead)
The champion wept as they beheld their daughter, Kinu. “It feels like it was only a week ago that I was picking my brave little girl up after she scraped her knee.”
Kinu leaned her head into her father’s hand. “Aww, Dad.”
“No, literally—it was only a week ago from my perspective.”
Kinu blinked and coughed.
The champion coughed as well before turning toward Hitoshi, their new son-in-law. “Anyway, I guess it’s about time. But before you go off on your new life together, there are some things you should know.”
Kinu and Hitoshi both leaned forward.
“First off, Kinu prefers circular motions when you pat her head.” The champion reached out and made smooth circular motions on top of Kinu’s head.
“Wha—Dad!” Kinu squeaked.
The champion continued, “Be sure to mix in some ear scritches. She prefers them on the left ear to the right—I’d say about a 3:1 ratio is about right.” The champion gave long, languid scratches upon Kinu’s fuzzy ears.
“Dad, sto—sto—stoooop,” Kinu fizzled out, trying to resist the scratches.
“Now, the insides of the ears are a husband’s privilege, so you’ll have to find that out for yourself. As for her tails, she needs brushing at least once every week, but prefers it daily.” The champion lifted one of her tails. “This one is especially prone to knotting, so make sure you pay particular attention to it.”
Kinu turned beet red. “Dad, this is not a kitsune tradition,” she stammered before hiding her mortification at the fact that her husband was taking extensive notes.
“Every so often, make sure she gets a treat. She likes peaches, but melons are her favorite. Just be careful, because she will eat herself sick. She also really likes tummy rubs—just be aware she is ticklish on her upper tummy.”
The champion was now full-on crying. “And lastly, here.” The champion handed Hitoshi a package. “This was Kinu’s favorite, and as her husband it is now in your hands.”
Kinu’s head immediately swiveled. “Mr. Squeaky!” She immediately pounced on Hitoshi, chewing on the package. “I thought I lost this ages ago!” Squeak, squeak, squeak. Kinu continued to growl and chew the bone-shaped toy.
Hitoshi looked upon his new wife and beamed. “How on Savarra did I ever get lucky enough to deserve you?”
The champion wept as they beheld their daughter, Kinu. “It feels like it was only a week ago that I was picking my brave little girl up after she scraped her knee.”
Kinu leaned her head into her father’s hand. “Aww, Dad.”
“No, literally—it was only a week ago from my perspective.”
Kinu blinked and coughed.
The champion coughed as well before turning toward Hitoshi, their new son-in-law. “Anyway, I guess it’s about time. But before you go off on your new life together, there are some things you should know.”
Kinu and Hitoshi both leaned forward.
“First off, Kinu prefers circular motions when you pat her head.” The champion reached out and made smooth circular motions on top of Kinu’s head.
“Wha—Dad!” Kinu squeaked.
The champion continued, “Be sure to mix in some ear scritches. She prefers them on the left ear to the right—I’d say about a 3:1 ratio is about right.” The champion gave long, languid scratches upon Kinu’s fuzzy ears.
“Dad, sto—sto—stoooop,” Kinu fizzled out, trying to resist the scratches.
“Now, the insides of the ears are a husband’s privilege, so you’ll have to find that out for yourself. As for her tails, she needs brushing at least once every week, but prefers it daily.” The champion lifted one of her tails. “This one is especially prone to knotting, so make sure you pay particular attention to it.”
Kinu turned beet red. “Dad, this is not a kitsune tradition,” she stammered before hiding her mortification at the fact that her husband was taking extensive notes.
“Every so often, make sure she gets a treat. She likes peaches, but melons are her favorite. Just be careful, because she will eat herself sick. She also really likes tummy rubs—just be aware she is ticklish on her upper tummy.”
The champion was now full-on crying. “And lastly, here.” The champion handed Hitoshi a package. “This was Kinu’s favorite, and as her husband it is now in your hands.”
Kinu’s head immediately swiveled. “Mr. Squeaky!” She immediately pounced on Hitoshi, chewing on the package. “I thought I lost this ages ago!” Squeak, squeak, squeak. Kinu continued to growl and chew the bone-shaped toy.
Hitoshi looked upon his new wife and beamed. “How on Savarra did I ever get lucky enough to deserve you?”
