Summer lifted the struggling creature up to eyelevel, frowning at it. “Void, huh? Well, Void, this is my house, and those are my books you’re throwing around. I don’t care how old you are, don’t abuse my books.” Sitting down, she put the wee fox on the coffee table and studied him. “So you aren’t a faery. But you’re tiny. What /are/ you?”
The Nogitsune glared into the huge face of his new captor. “Put me down, you giant fire haired girl,” he said, crossing his arms. Once the Nogitsune was on the table, he sat down, chin rested in his hand. “I’m a Void Kitsune, you fool. I’m not supposed to be this size.”
“Kitsune?” she repeated. “A fox spirit? I thought kitsune were shapeshifters, so how can you be stuck that size? Just shift back.” She mirrored his posture, frowning slightly. “And why are you /here/?”