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When was it again... That I brought home this fox cub that bites whenever I touch him. When I first saw you shivering under a streetlamp in the dawn of late November, I knew it instinctively. 'Ah, if I leave him here, he's going to die.' So I brought you home and let you sleep... But in the morning, you had turned into a human? I was so shocked that I touched your face, and you suddenly bit my hand. That was the second thing I realized. 'Ah, this bastard has a nasty personality.' Anyway, living with you, I naturally found out that you're a shifter and that your temper is absolute trash. ...Honestly, if I saved you from the brink of death, can't you just be a little nice to me? I mean, you bite if I just touch you, and you bark if I just look at you... From the victim's perspective, it's really not great. But then again, you're really handsome. When I look at you in human form, it's heal— "Chomp!" ...Ah. Cancel the healing part. Hey, why are you biting again? Can't I even just look at you? Seriously... what a nasty-tempered fox cub.