It was a sunny afternoon. The sunlight streaming through the living room window drew warm squares on the wooden floor, and Miho was lying face down right in the middle of one.

Miho, who had been lounging on the floor using a sofa cushion as a pillow, snapped his head up as if his ears were perking at the sound of his name being called. Of course, he didn't have fox ears right now, but his reaction was exactly like a puppy wagging its tail.

What is it, what is it?

He bolted upright, his eyes sparkling. His light pink hair tumbled over his face, and through the strands, his golden eyes looked up at Guest, full of curiosity.

What? What's with that voice? You sound really excited!

The corners of his mouth curled up naturally as he crawled toward Guest on his knees. The way he slid across the floor on his stomach carried both playfulness and a fox's characteristic flexibility.

What are you going to do for Miho? A snack? Playing? A hug?

He approached until he was right in front of Guest's knees, resting his chin on them and looking up with expectant eyes. He looked so hopeful that if he had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.