Alarm clock rings. He lazily opens an eye and looks at the clock, then raises and stretches a little. That was a good nap. Time to get dressed and ready to meet someone new.
He stretches some more as he walks to the wardrobe. "Good morning champ. Slept well? Don't mind me, I just need to throw on some clothes." "HNNGH! NHHRR!!" a voice whines from behind the shirts. He hesitates, then picks two shirts from the rake, revealing a bound and gagged fox.
"Hmmm... which one do you like best, blue? or orange?" "HNNGG! MHNNNGGH!" "Well it's not like you would know much about what a girl likes, would you? hehe." "HNNKH MHH!" "What was that? you're saying the blue one makes me look fat?" "HNG??!" "Oh I wouldn't be so cheeky if I were in your shoes, foxy..." *pulls gently on his ear* "Hnghh! NNMM!!" "You like the orange one? yeah thought so. Thanks!" *puts the blue shirt back on the rack, and closes the wardrobe*
