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A: Everyone's a critic

The only negative thing about his promotion was that Heiji really only had a select few people he could even tell about it -- mention you weren't really a human in casual conversation, see how long till you ended up under psychiatric evaluation. Still, Heiji could hardly conceal his good mood. Thus he had rewarded himself with the latest moderately detective-themed airplane novel by a decent writer that he could find, and was rapidly making his way through it on the train, in the park, wherever.

"I dunno. I can understand likin' a writer a lot. I don't see why anyone would commit murder because of it, though. Ain't that goin' a little too far?"

B: I've just had a little fae experience

Provided they slipped through just the right set of trees, someone might just find the rest of London fade away -- the noise of traffic, the noise of the crowd. Dense forest would press in from all sides, but a stone walkway would lead up below a long row of brightly-painted red wooden gates of some ceremonial significance.

At the top of the stone steps: a small shrine, with two guardian fox statues on either side. How curious...

C Other! Open to suggestions and such; Heiji will also just be outright barging into the personal space of whoever he's friendly with and starting up conversations during the month, so that's a thing, too.

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Heiji laughed. "That kind of attitude is probably why you're hangin' out here. I just wanted to make sure you knew. Sometimes people come expecting us to be fairy godmothers, and that ain't true. Or they think they'll find a bunch of monsters, and that ain't right, either."

Grinning helplessly and without an ounce of shame, he shrugs again.

“Nah, look at you! You’re too adorably fluffy to be monstrous. Unless you’ve got another form you’re not showing me. In which case, I don’t know if I wanna see it.”

"I'm not too fluffy, I'm just the right amount of fluffy." Apparently, Heiji didn't mind being called as much -- at least not enough to protest, anyway. He flopped over on his side in the grass.

"I do have another form, but it's just a smaller fox. It helps gettin' around London."

"Travel size Heiji! Convenient."

And also adorable. Why couldn't Scott be this cute? Wolves weren't fluffy. They were coarse and mean and bloodthirsty...

"Hey...are you colorblind in that form?"

T... Travel size...

"Nah. I do see a little differently, though. It's not totally like being a normal fox you'd see in the wild. They're kinda dumb and they don't care about a lot of things. Like naming colors, for instance."

He tilted his head to look at Stiles. "I can hear and smell a lot better."

“You seem more like a werefox than a fairy,” Stiles remarks airily, as if such a comment might not be received as an insult. “I mean, you don’t even have wings.”

"I'm not a fairy," said Heiji, picking perhaps the wrong name to object to. "But I guess that's what the people here are used to callin' us. Back home, people used to lump a whole bunch of us together. Us and ghosts. Sometimes 'metahumans', too, depending on what they looked like."

Which was probably why he got along pretty well with ghosts. "They don't really have 'werefoxes', though, right? You call 'em shapeshifters."

Heiji seems to refer to Japan as home just like Stiles refers to Beacon Hills as home. He wonders if either of them will ever adjust to life in London, or eventually learn to call the city home.

“Yeah, shapeshifters. But that’s not as catchy. Easier to just call someone a werefox or a werecoyote or something, than to say they’re a shapeshifter and then explain what kind.”

Yawning, he stretches his arms over his head.

“You ready to head back, fluffy?”

NEVER. THERE WAS ONLY ONE HOME, AND THAT WAS OSAKA.

"Hmm... but a weresomething is a human that turns into an animal, right? So I'd be more like a werehuman."

He knelt down on the grass, looking over at Stiles. "Past your bedtime, huh? Alright, get on; I'll take ya back in a flash!"

HEIJI, IT IS TIME TO MOVE ON.

That's an interesting point, and Stiles has to consider it for a moment. Unfortunately, his brain is too fried to mull over the technicalities. Waving goodbye to the pixies, he climbs up onto Heiji's back once more.

"This place just is too relaxing!" he says with a huff, reaching forward to ruffle the fur between Heiji's ears. "Can you blame a guy fro getting sleepy?"

NO, IT'S IN HIS BLOOD.

Heiji stifled a laugh; his eyes closed in a manner similar to a cat's when Stiles reached to rub behind his ears. "Nah, you're right. Okay, hold on tight!"

And off they went, back to London.

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