[IO!-IJAIRC!] The Phoenix, the Fox, and the Finneas

[Ezrihel]

She looked down at the man, a curious expression on her face. Why was this man so flustered? Why was his face so red? Nothing had happened that she could view as good enough reasons for his awkwardness and otherwise weird actions.

Upon sitting up, she reached her hands up towards the ceiling and arched her back, giving a nice good stretch as she adjusted to this strange human body she now possessed. At the peak of her stretch, she opened her mouth and gave a big yawn, flashing her sharp canines again. She brought her arms down and rested her hands flat on his chest for support.

She watched as he flailed in an uncomfortable fashion with his hands, dancing them around his belt before covering his flushed face.

“This position?” She questioned, looking down his body. “What’s wrong with how we’re sitting? You make a very comfortable cushion.”

She paused, then gave a little bounce of her  hips, which caused her chest to jiggle in what could be considered inappropriate by a more puritan mindset. “See? Comfy. I’m absolutely comfy! Nothing much to worry about. I didn’t even hit my head on the way down--”

With more flustered sounds coming from the flame haired male, she tilted her head and gave a little smile. He was acting so silly, and she just couldn’t understand him, but she still thought he was fairly cute in his actions.

Having had enough of his jabbering awkwardness, she reached a thin fingered hand up to his face and grabbed the bottom of his jaw, around his chin. She leaned forward to look him directly in the face.. “-- Hey! Listen to me Mister-- Mister--”

“Finneas!” He managed to interject through his incoherent blatherings.

“--Mister Finneas! Okay. Finneas... Do you mind if I just call you Finn? Alright, so Mister Finn, I don’t quite understand why you’re acting so weird. It’s very unbecoming of such a cute human such as yourself! I mean-- I promise that you didn’t hurt me, and I’m just as confused about this as you! I’ve always been a fox, and now-- Now I’m a person! --Or at least as much of a person as a person with a tail can be... But that’s besides the point-- Hey, are you even listening to me?”

She gave him a not-very-serious glare before boops him on the nose. “I’m just over here trying to understand all your silly little human ramblings! So! Tell me Mister Finn-- Why must I clothe myself? What is it about my natural form that makes you want to hide it? I mean-- You didn’t suggest for me to wear cloth as a fox, nor is that delightful little phoenix over there wearing even a shred of fabric-- though that might be entirely to blame on the fact that it would catch fabric on fire-- but as I said, that’s besides the point! As a nature spirit, I don’t think that there is anything inappropriate about my physical form-- Unless that is, I missed a memo of sorts-- Did I miss a memo?”

She paused for a brief moment and looked to the side, clearly in thought. She lifted her hand off his chin and looked at her fingers, clearing counting on them as she sat back some, resting her rear on his lap once again. After she finished counting, she gave an excited wiggle of her hips, and her tail wagged, slapping against Finn’s legs.

“Nope! I don’t think I missed any sort of memo as of late. So-- You’re an alchemist, right? Which of the flora from the forest have you tried out and played with so far? Do you study animals as well? -- I only ask because you have a phoenix as a pet-- Or at least, in your house-- I get the distinct feeling that she isn’t exactly tamed yet, what with how she makes you chase her through the woods and whack that speckled face on tree branches-- Oh! Yeah, is your face alright? Also, you should probably enchant a pendant to give you some sort of fire resistance. Mud is definitely not a good look for someone as pasty as yourself.”

She paused and gave a good laugh. “Nah, I’m really just as pasty as you! I think I might even turn purple when I get cold, just like pale humans! Do you turn purple when you get cold Mister Finn? I mean, I noticed that your nose and around your eyes are always kinda flushed in color, like your knuckles and fingertips. ... Also!! Oh! Do you have a bunch of books here? Do you write your own books? I saw that you had one of those nice looking leather bound books with you when you ran yourself into that tree branch-- Speaking of tree branches, you seem pretty clumsy Mister Finn! We definitely need to work on your coordination more. Is that why you’ve been so flustered and awkward? Are you afraid that I’ll be upset or judge you because you’re really clumsy? I don’t think that you should be too worried about how you appear to me-- I think humans are pretty interesting, and each in their own unique ways!”

A smile grew on her face as she spoke. She looked down at Finn affectionately before wiggling again, her tail wagging faster. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging herself in her excitement. The action gave her a noticeable amount of cleavage but thankfully blocked a great deal of her chest from the ginger’s view.

After a moment of this, she simply leaned forward and laid her head on Finn’s chest and nuzzled under his chin. He was just so adorable!