"... or else pal, you're gonna have a bad rhyme, but chumps like you...". The in-sync duo of Chronia and Ruiria cheerfully sang their poorly thought-out parody lyrics to the instrumental version of the song playing on the motorhome's radio. As he led on the motorhome's roof, Zalroth covered his ears to protect them from the duo's singing.

"I swear she's mixing up the on purpose...," Zalroth muttered but slowly let his eyes drift to the left as he heard Chronia mumbling about saying the wrong word,"...or maybe not.". A small smirk formed on Zalroth's face, but that smirk melted away before the motorhome came to an abrupt stop as the jeep in front of it swerved and blocked the road.

The driver of the jeep threw an apologetic hand raise to Ruiria, who returned a hand raise begrudgingly; however, her disdain swiftly melted into endearment as she watched an abundasheep lamb waddle out from behind the sheep and through the damaged part of the fence.

"Ok, definitely worth the risk of heart attack to see that cutie," Ruiria remarked as Zalroth jumped off the roof of Ruiria's motorhome and towards the damaged section of the fence. Zalroth lowered his gaze to the hole in the fence and placed a finger on the fence. Zalroth closed his eyes, picturing an intact version of the fence as green qi funnelled from Zalroth's finger and into the fence.

The green qi flowed through the fence and clotted together at the damaged area. The hole in the fence gradually shrunk away until only a blob of green qi remained in its place until it crumbled away to reveal the restored fence section underneath. Zalroth yawned and rose to his feet as the abundasheep lamb gave Zalroth's rustling hair the stink eye. Zalroth rolled his eyes at the lamb before he turned around and walked towards Ruiria's motorhome while the pair of pale magenta eyes with narrow slit-shaped pupils within Zalroth's hair glared back at the lamb.

"Knock it off; your eyes will get sore if you tense them like that," Zalroth remarked, causing the being in his hair to shuffle around until her eyes were at the front of Zalroth's hair.

"But, P-phafpt," the being whined with a babyish girly voice before immediately choking on strands of Zalroth's hair she breathed in. A three-year-old Zalina forced her head out of Zalroth's hair, followed by her sticking her tongue out and frantically brushing it with her hands. (Zalina's a female child version of Zalroth with six small kitsune tails [three with cyan tips and three with magenta tips]: only with a mane-like faint pink hair with pale cyan and magenta ends, pale magenta eye with large circular pupils)

"Would you like to try that again?" Zalroth asked as he stopped by the side of Ruiria's motorhome. Zalina groaned and slumped her chin on Zalroth's head.

"No..., bwt can Zalina walk awround now? Please, she only falls over every other step now.". Zalina nestled her face in Zalroth's hair, and she pitifully purred as she vibrated her body from the purrs. Zalroth raised his eyes as Zalina continued to purr before he ultimately conceded. Zalroth grabbed onto the handle of the motorhome's side door, and Zalina gleefully giggled as she kept her face nestled in Zalroth's hair.

Zalroth stepped into the motorhome, and it jolted a little as it began moving once again. Zalroth sat on one of the sofas located by the table next to the side window. Zalina climbed down from Zalroth's hair while she wrapped her kitsune tails around her body and formed them into a hooded onesie with her kitsune ears poking through the hood.

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

"I'm free!" Zalina excitedly exclaimed.

"A fully manifested ego, huh? Kitsune don't find themselves with one of those unless they've already reached the apex of their majority or... well I'd rather not say," the guy sitting on the sofa on the opposite side of the table to the one Zalroth was sitting on. Zalina lostly blinked at hearing a male voice other than Zalroth's, and she looked at the other guy only to be mortified upon seeing the guy was none other than Onix. (Onix is wearing a fuzzy reflective-metalic-looking pocketless Persian green trench coat with the inside of the coat looking like a stary nebula in the sky, a scale-patterned silver-coloured shirt, fuzzy scale-patterned silver-coloured trousers, opaque Persian green metal-thread bandana which he has over his eyes, Persian green winter boots)

"Wha the?! How are yov here!" Zalina blurted out as she flailed a finger at Onix before she lost her footing and fell onto Zalroth's lap. Onix amusedly smirked before he rested his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands.

"It's far too complicated for a newborn to grasp; however, I'm sure Zalroth here can put it in words you'd understand if you want me to explain it," Onix asked. Zalina enthusiastically nodded, but only after a few sentences from Oniz caused Zalina's brain to go on the fritz, and she slumped her head against Zalroth's chest.

"Didn't think the inner workings of wormholes and the theory of a chunk universe was that overstimulating, right Zalro-" Onix remarked, only to realise Zalroth had also gone into a catatonic state from his explanation.

"What did you expect, Mr diploma collector?" Chronia murmured angrily as her chin barely matched the height of the table.

"That dividing the universe into chunks would be a simple concept?".

"And what have you learned?".

"It isn't as simple as I thought?". Chronia confidently nodded before she sat down next to the knocked-out kitsune duo.

"But to follow on from Zalina's question, why are you here, you wannabe comedian?" Chronia asked with a serious demeanour. Onix mildly shrugged his shoulders as he sat back on the sofa.

"Fraid I can't fold and tell you the details," Onix remarked, which only made Chronia frown.

"Your attempt at puns still sucks.". Onix flinched at the harsh tone directed at him from Chronia.

"You sure are chronic with you heckling, Chronia; however, to answer your question, I managed to do the impossible.". Chronia lifted an eyebrow and sat on the sofa.

"You managed to get your parents to give up on the arranged marriage?". Onix wobbled his head from side to side.

"Not entirely, but let's just say Max's idea wasn't as far-fetched as you made it out to be.". Chronia's eyes lit up at hearing Onix's words before her cheeks turned slightly red, followed by her placing her forehead on the table.

"I gotta apologise to Max the next time I see him," Chronia mumbled.

"Oh, by the way, if you still plan on attending Celestio Academy, you'll need to rectify your current status as kidnapped," Onix remarked as his googly eye grass-snake golem slithered onto the table. Chronia groaned and wiggled about until unintentionally making herself slip off the table and landing on the floor with a loud enough thud to snap the kitsune duo back into conscious states.