Yoka-—> James White
"Thanks. I like store-bought pie and cakes as much as the next person, nothing wrong with them, but people typically tell me my desserts are as good as what you might find in any restaurant. I'm not sure how true that is but it's a nice thought..."
"Hmmm I might be inclined to agree with them, although I am not much one for eating desert at restaurants. I prefer it in settings such as this, or special events," Yoka said. He offered for the chocolate cake and she shook her head, declining. "I appreciate the offer but this will be quite enough to sate me. It looks quite rich, however. Is cooking something you enjoy regularly?"
"Yoka, huh? That's a nice name. My time here is...going good so far,
I suppose. I have my reasons for coming here that go beyond the pursuit
of more education..So, Yoka, I take it you're a kitsune? And by the looks of it, avery powerful one too."
Yoka arched slender eyebrow, though the motion was likely hidden behind her sunglasses. Interesting. Yoka never really made a strong effort to hide what she was; her glamor fooled most people and those that were able to see through it were generally of interest to the fox.
"There are plenty of reasons to stay on the island," Yoka said, giving him a sharp grin. "Part of the pleasure is being able to have a conversation where a young man says I take it you're a kitsune, and I don't have to pretend that I have no idea what he's talking about. Didn't really have that luxury in the states."
She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.
She took another bite of her pie and then said, "But yes, you are correct. I am a kitsune. It's interesting that you could tell so quickly. "
"Thanks. I like store-bought pie and cakes as much as the next person, nothing wrong with them, but people typically tell me my desserts are as good as what you might find in any restaurant. I'm not sure how true that is but it's a nice thought..."
"Hmmm I might be inclined to agree with them, although I am not much one for eating desert at restaurants. I prefer it in settings such as this, or special events," Yoka said. He offered for the chocolate cake and she shook her head, declining. "I appreciate the offer but this will be quite enough to sate me. It looks quite rich, however. Is cooking something you enjoy regularly?"
"Yoka, huh? That's a nice name. My time here is...going good so far,
I suppose. I have my reasons for coming here that go beyond the pursuit
of more education..So, Yoka, I take it you're a kitsune? And by the looks of it, avery powerful one too."
Yoka arched slender eyebrow, though the motion was likely hidden behind her sunglasses. Interesting. Yoka never really made a strong effort to hide what she was; her glamor fooled most people and those that were able to see through it were generally of interest to the fox.
"There are plenty of reasons to stay on the island," Yoka said, giving him a sharp grin. "Part of the pleasure is being able to have a conversation where a young man says I take it you're a kitsune, and I don't have to pretend that I have no idea what he's talking about. Didn't really have that luxury in the states."
She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.
She took another bite of her pie and then said, "But yes, you are correct. I am a kitsune. It's interesting that you could tell so quickly. "
