[the thing about Fuji is that he's not entirely sure how to be anything else, and the only repercussions he has from his own actions are physical in nature-- sleepless nights, poor appetite and a tendency to monopolize the bathroom at odd hours. as of now, he is simply acting the way he knows best, humming under his breath as he crouches there by the bench before the fox, careful to angle his body forty-five degrees away from being head-on and doing a fantastic impression of not paying attention.

he shrugs.]

I'd say both are second to intuition. [and he chuckles, a little, here, murmuring--] And I think I should be the one afraid, really. The most I can do is scare a few years off of her. She, on the other hand, can set me on fire.