[i] Ayaka-san! Get up.[/i] A pet yearning for its owner to rise from a 4-hour long slumber was no one’s ideals way of waking up. Slimy noses and eager licks to the face that made your cheeks go numb from the cold wasn’t favorable. This one not only came as a morning alarm you could not ignore, but in telepathic messages that flooded your half-awake brain and a mattress that would wave and tumble beneath it’s paws.

“Fox..… your cuteness is the only thing keeping you from becoming my rug” Ayaka grumbled, using one hand to abruptly slam down onto the tissue box on the nightstand, viscously plucking one tissue from its resting place and patting away the fox salvia from her face. Sitting upright in the bed, the seventeen year old felt a wave of determination, you know, the type you’d feel at the start of a new school year that slowly (or quickly) drained you of all positive energy you could handle. “Let’s do this.”

Ayaka had removed most of her clothes, besides some booty shorts that read “A$$” before she noticed how the window blinds were [i] wide [/i] open. “Eh. I’m almost done.” She shrugged her bra to the floor, wiggling the shorts down over the larger curve of her backside as she gazed at the boring school uniform beneath her eyelashes. “That uniform needs a little somethin something.” How her skirt ended up an inch or so shorter , the shirt squeezing her curves a little tighter, and the neck having a deeper V-line was a mystery to her. She cut the bow in such a way that it would complement her high pony tail and sparkle some in the sunlight. She had to part ways with her armor for the time being but she wasn’t letting it go without…compensating. The last thing she gathered was her whip, sticking it to her side, and somehow the magical thing read “Lets get illuma-naughty” all down the side.

Ayaka walked into class about 5 minutes before it started, nodding to the ubberly happy professor with a scornful half-attempted smile before cutting eye contact abruptly and taking a window seat. Why was he…so happy? IN the morning? How was that even physically possible? Did he even have a family?

A thump near the automatic doors pulled Ayaka out of her head. Somebody ran into the doors. A hand flew up to cover her full lips that she giggled silently into, it was her luck that she was sitting in front of whoever this was- a nice distraction for the incoming , painfully long lessons to come. Soon Ayaka was prompted to introduce herself first, a constant horror people with last names in the beginning of the alphabet would always suffer. “Sure.” She replied nonchalantly, tilting her head to the side. “I’m Ayaka Cho. Sometimes I go by Talia. I come from Japan and English is my second language, something I’m bound to fuc-“ Ayaka stopped in the middle of the curse word, replacing it with something more kid friendly. “Mess up.” She flashed a brilliant smile at her teacher. 

Everyone else in the class could see a fox slyly slipped away beneath the rows of desks and hid skillfully behind ayaka’s legs all during her short introduction, “disappearing” from the scene. 

She stifled a smirk and sat down, sending a telepathic message to her animal. [i] You followed me to class. You’re gonna get fed to the griffons on of these days. I don’t think he saw you, you lucked out. [/i]