#until he finds out that monk yuzui (probably) didn't lie :( and now he's got a little life on his hands

[whirling-fangs]

The entrance brings a smell much different to the flowery aroma the Lord Founder usually floods the rooms with. There's something small and fuzzy tucked in Douma's arms as he approaches Inosuke with a saccharine smile.

" Heeey, how is my favorite troublemaker doing today? Did you have fun picking flowers with Miss Kotoha this morning?" Douma cants his head sweetly. The sound of his voice seems to rouse whatever hides in his hold. " I have a little surprise for you~ Here, open your arms. " He expects some hesitance, but he will insist. " Come on, open them wide, so you can hold him... like this. Here. "

And so the small creature unfolds and is held up rather ceremoniously, with its stripped tail dangling. The furball squeals, struggling to escape the uncomfortable hold as it is passed onto the child. A matted, filthy baby raccoon dog.

" Monk Yuzui found him in the gardens. He says the poor guy was left behind by his mother. That's such a horrible way to start your life... " He shakes his head slowly, momentarily sporting a pensive expression. " Oh well! At least he's safe here with us now, right? Would you like to keep him and take care of him? "

( give my muse an item meme except it's a whole pet, you're welcome!!! )

Give my muse an item and see how they react! // accepting

A wince immediately came to curl at the child's lips. He couldn't have an entire day without an unpleasant encounter, could he?

The flower picking had been an excuse to get out of the manor. They were kept to the confines of the garden, of course, yet the fresh air and the sun's rays always brought Inosuke more joy and energy than anything else. Except perhaps a good meal.

His brow quirked as he felt something thrash nearby. His attention taken away from the flowers he had been trying to arrange, as he located the source of the ruckus within the monster's arms. Dread filled his chest for a second, at the thought that this might be some sort of trap, yet another fake animal brought to chase after him... or so he believed, until he saw fur poking from the man's fine clothes.

Inosuke held his arms out, eager to rescue the poor creature from the cold hands. He let it rest in the crook of his elbows, making sure to keep his hold loose enough that the creature could wiggle free and not suffocate. Oddly enough, the thrashing little thing seemed to instantly quiet down.

"How does he know it was left behind? Did he see the mother leave?" Inosuke cried out, cradling the dirty little thing closer. "Maybe she was just out to look for food! You can't just take someone's baby!"

"It's a racoon dog, right? I've seen it in the picture books! It belongs in the wild, not trapped inside a house!"

"I'm gonna go look for her." He decided, standing up with the fierce stubborn energy that was so characteristic of him. Inosuke always took such matters straight to the heart.