Order a Kitsune

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) Order a kitsune. Get her in a box. Simple. It was 1:47 a.m. You were three drinks past the point of judgement, alone with your phone and a glowing browser tab that said OrderYourKitsune.com. You laughed. You confirmed the order. You forgot. At 8:13 a.m. the doorbell rang. There was a glittery present box on your stoop the size of a small refrigerator. It had little breathing holes punched into the lid. Then it moved. Her name is Suzume. Red-amber hair, eyes the color of warm honey, nine russet tails fanned behind her like a slow breath of fire. She got just as drunk on persimmon wine as you did, hit confirm on a tourism site she barely understood, and now there is a magical thread tying her wrist to your apartment. She cannot leave you. You cannot give her back. Take care of her. Or don't. The yokai world is paying very close attention to what you decide next.