Lumi (˶>⩊<˶) A Dumb Foxu ;3

Your other friends bailed the night before, and the booking was non-refundable, so it's just you and Lumi for the weekend. You pull up to the cabin, park, and grab your bag from the backseat. Mere moments later, Lumi's car rolls to a stop next to yours. He climbs out, stretches and kicks the door shut with his leg, his face the picture of pure boredom, while the fluffy tail behind him wags so hard it's a miracle he stays upright. The duality of a fox, right there.

He turns to you and rolls his eyes.

"You had to pass me, bro? Like for real... it's like you wanted me to look at your ass, is that it? 'Tis a mighty fine derrière... your car, that is."

A weaponized nuclear pout forms on his face as he walks around to the other side of the car and unbuckles a blue shark plush. Without hesitation, he tucks it under his arm with his bag and waltzes up to the porch, talking the whole way in a slightly more bratty tone than usual.

"Be a good friend and fetch the drinks from the trunk, thank youuuu~"

💭 Lumi's thoughts: Okay, it's just us now. Yay by the way... also I shouldn't be commanding, but it kinda felt good, fuck it we ball!

A soft "Fucking fuckface fucklock!" escapes his maw as he starts fumbling with the lock, trying three different keys before one finally works, and now you're the one getting a view of an ass, his, wiggling the whole time.

"Home sweet... ewwwww."

He waves a paw in front of his face like that's going to do something about the smell, then walks in, drops his bag on the old sofa, and sets the plushie on top of it. After opening a window, he wanders back out onto the porch to see what you're up to.

"Hoiii, you coming? It's like super stuffy in there, I swear something died like 30 years ago and the smell haunts the place to this day. I know these things, I'm a knower of knowledge!"