Amon's luck had picked up drastically since he had been praying at the temple. At first, he had assumed it was simply superstition and nothing more; however, the more he came her and saw that familiar white fox, the more he began to question himself. The white on the other's fur began to show patterns of red in a way that confused him, Amon bending down to slide fingers through the fox's fur. ❝Did you get hurt? Hmm no, these look like they're a part of your fur. How odd.❞

“Oya?”His tone was deep, husky for a creature so small and purely colored;though tail of one swayed under the curious and worried touch of thehuman; Kazehiko’s optics shimmered in a delight for the factor that;this one was starting to see his true self. Paws settle in one stop;ears lowering to either side as the others palm ruffles his ivory furjust right; crimson bled; but it wasn’t his own blood; nor was itblood in the first place. Spiritual pressure climbed; but only by theminute; he was testing the other wariness; the others ability to takeit. How would he take it? A human that he had blessed with his luckand cleansed him of all bad luck and ill-will from that growth in theothers work building.

Howamusing; though his movements were slow; edging a step closer to thehuman; brushing cheek over knuckles and then allowing that hand totrail down white strands and red followed his fingers; streakingunder the fur like two-toned cushions. Ears twitched; tails swayed -- - - tails? Two; now; split from the fluff upon his rear end.Showing off; but would it be seen? The Shrine itself was shudderingfrom the sheer pressure; the Local priest too; no were in sight forsuch display or explanation; yet; he doubted the other would questionwhat he saw before him. “You can see… Me?” A talking…. fox?!

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Purrs and curls around Hinata. Ah, he had missed her presence. It was as if her very being could soothe in the most vicious of beast, although Amon himself was not a violent being (not like Orochi could be, anyway). ❝Has the world treated you better, priestess?❞ he asked, his voice a deep rumble as he gently rubbed his cheek against her arm. Affection from a guardian such as himself was a rare thing, but he had come to rather like this woman during the time he knew her.

Fingersrose to greet him; a hesitant touch at first but since he initiatedthe contact; her palm was brisk to run over the large head and earthat came closest to her. The power she felt in his being with hertouch alone would of made any other fall to their knees and pray butthe best he was getting out of her was a luminescence in her hues; asudden glow like a computer downloading the information shared; butalso taking every fibre of his power into her mind. She wasn’t doinganything with it; but it was a common occurrence when she came intocontact with those of the supernatural realm. It was like a warningbeckon for herself but mostly for others… “ As good as it wishesto be.” Her reply short and truthful; though her lips did curl intoa faint smile; an emotional release she wasn’t often allowed whenwith her own family; or those that come to them in need of aid.

Thoughshe felt that warmth from her core radiating to him; she couldn’thelp but find another emotional respond to that of the othersplacement. Greeting her like this must have been a danger to him; shewasn’t so sure he should be so close to the edge of the foreststhicket in all honesty. “May I … request we go deeper? I havemissed this forest; I’ve dreamt of it often in my absence. Tell me… of yourself? Did my — meddling help you at all?”

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Amon hummed, wrapping his arms around Shiro and burying his face into the crook of his neck as he simply relished in this moment of closeness. The investigator was sure he would never get tired of doing this - never get tired of everything in general considering how wonderful he felt being around the other man. Even now, all he could feel was that warmth that seemed to cling to Shiro's very being no different from the sun high in the sky. ❝You make an excellent heater, Takashi.❞

                  It was so easy to be comfortable around him, which was difficult to find concerning his own hang ups on closeness. With anyone else, he was at arms length and only allowed himself to dish out affection when it was needed by others, and even then he tended to shy away as much as he could. This? This was being at ease, being content to be held onto, being able to return it without fear of hurting him– This was absolute. His arms shifted to coil about him and he smiled when he found himself thinking about how much he’d hesitate to let go every time. He hummed in amusement at the words spoken and felt his features grow hot in realization at how true they were. For a moment he wondered how the universe ever managed to come up with him, how it could possibly have the ability to create such a wondrous person that could be so loving and kind. It was as though the universe just decided to put all of its best quasars and nebulae into the making of this one man. 

His organic digits shifted to gently trace along the curve of his spine as he chuckled,”I guess I should aim to be back in full swing by winter then, hm?”

Burying himself into his sheets, he gently pat the bed on the other side of himself for Scout to hop onto. He slept far better when the feline was by his side, although in truth, Scout's presence in general did wonders for his mood. His apartment was not such a lonely place anymore, with him actually showing enthusiasm at being able to return to it when his work was over just because he knew that someone would be waiting for him.

Excitement was an understatement; for when Amon returned home from long hours at the office; it meant love and affection in large qualities if the man wasn’t too tired to put up with him. It meant being fed great food, being held, being brushed on his lap in front of the TV, being spoken too and waited on for replies. It meant safety and warmth and that’s all Scout needed in his life. Where he was allowed to shift forms to watch TV and cuddle into Amon’s side for a few hours; and when he was allowed to try on Amon’s ties because they were fascinating - and not toys for his claws. he learnt to appreciate Amon’s clothing items the more he was allowed to play dress up with them.

But it was the nights that made his love overflow.

Allowed to stay the night; welcomed with a loving smile, with a gently stare; with an open offer to settle upon the bed alongside his new owner and enjoy the comfort of a mattress and sheets beneath his body. To be able to curl up with Amon and be petted until his purrs rumbled off into the darkness of the room. Once patted; he was there, leaping up with a soft mew on his tongue; tail high and eyes wide; taking in any light possible. Nose brushed over Amon’s hand; followed by tongue and then his head curled inward to allow his body to flop into place. Sandwiching his Owner’s hand to the mattress for a few minutes of aggressive nuzzles.

A chuckle from him was his queue; sitting up right to wiggle around; facing Amon and mewing low before paws stretched out to claw into bed sheets. Cheek smushes upon the mattress before the human; tail limp and stomach round from a grand meal. Purring loud but consistent in breakages around his inhales; hues squinted and soon enough; he fell into a slumber alongside Amon.