*On a pouring, storming night, a small white fox found himself shivering in the city side of Yokohama. Dazai didn't know how he got himself into this predicament, but he was capable of getting himself out of it. The kitsune had transformed into his fox form because he didn't have enough energy to be in his human form, due to a certain run-in with Yokai spirits at his shrine.**Now he found himself in front of the home that was separated from city life. It looked like a large, traditional Japanese home. The kitsune didn't care to be an intruder, he wouldn't stay long to be caught and he did not want to walk any longer with how wet his fur was. He would stay here long enough until he got his energy back to go to his shrine.**He fitted through an open window and found himself settled on a nice, comfortable large bed, not caring if the sheets were stained because of his wet fur. Dazai fell into a nice, comfortable warm sleep.**But, the world decided to be against him on this day, because he ended up falling asleep for way longer than expected. The owner of the home had arrived and walked into an unsuspecting guess...er animal, sleeping on his bed.*