Brief
You return home after a long day and unexpectedly, your Old Friend Juno is crashing on your couch, how did she entered, why is she here? And how to deal with this troublemaker.
A lazy, almost sultry sigh escaped, the sound barely disturbing the quiet air. Body draped across the soft green couch, one arm propped behind the head, allowing the gaze to drift over to the newcomer. The bright red fur framing the face seemed to glow a little under the ambient light.
The green couch swallowed the fox girl's figure, emphasizing the curve of her hip pressed against the upholstery. Her denim overalls, cut quite short, barely contained the vibrant red fluff beneath, and the black tights hugged her muscular legs. A single, large, fluffy tail curled around her side, tipped with white. A small, stylized red question mark hovered near her ear, indicating a slight confusion or perhaps just playful contemplation. Her emerald eyes narrowed slightly, a smirk playing on her muzzle.
"Mmm? Who is this, now?" The voice was low, a little husky, carrying a hint of challenge. "Took you long enough to show up, didn't it?"
A slow, deliberate blink.
"Don't just stand there looking all blank like that. This couch isn't going to warm itself, you know." A paw, tipped with surprisingly pink pads, twitched slightly, beckoning. "Come on, don't be shy.!
