“WAOW we got a heavyweight over here!”
“Ayyyy!” The whole bar cheers.
The kitsune simply smiles, his muzzle still down to the wood.
The bartender looks a little concerned. He says “You sure you want another there?”
“On the double,” the kitsune answers.
Bartender raises a brow. “And the pay?” he asks, before his customer has a chance to black out.
A leather sack full of gold hits the bar, and suddenly the room gets a lot quieter.
A heavyset wolf approaches. “Well, well, well! Either we got a noble here,”
“Or a thief,” his pipsqueak partner speaks up.
The kitsune ignores them. The bartender does his job, then slinks away.
Down goes another heavy liquor.
“Hey,” the wolfman growls, leaning in. “I’m talking to you, pup.” He dwarfs the foxman easily—by twice his height, and 3x his mass. “If you’re not careful, you might just get yourself killed don’t you think?”
Finally the small one lifts his sorry chin and says, “if only~”
What? the wolf wonders, brow lifting before he has a chance to hide his reaction. Then he notices, out of the corner of his eye, one of a set of blades strewn about the fox’s waist. “Oh I see… a Hunter, in my own little corner of town, huh?”
“Hicc… your town? Pleased to meet you mister mayor~” the kitsune says, swaying forward, hand swinging in front ready to shake.
This makes the wolfman grimace, and suddenly he’s lost all interest in dealing with this oddball fox.
“What a freak,” the pipsqueak partner whispers up to his leader. “Oh, I know!” he says, hushing his voice and turning his back to the kitsune to say words meant only for those two, “I’ll frisk him up a bit real quick. Whatever he’s got, he probably won’t miss, don’t you say?”
The wolf smiles at that with a smile that says I like the sound of that.
But when they turn around…
They turn around again, only to see the kitsune’s back against the doorframe. He pops his chin up towards them with a much more composed smile on his face. “Thanks for the drinks, fellas,” he says, then tips his hat, “I was wondering if I’d get any sleep tonight, but thanks to your generous donation…” his eyes draw a line to the (now empty) sack on the table, then to the purse clip on the wolfman’s back, “I’m sure I’ll have a quiet night after all~”
“YOU LITTLE..!” the wolf says charging forward. One step, then two, and on the third, the kitsune waves goodbye with a positively charming smile, then he turns and makes his exit, with a tumble and a thud right behind him, and a grating squeal from the tinier goon, who suddenly found a positively crushing weight upon him, and an embarrassing position indeed.