"OhmygawdHime-chaaaaan~!" A high pitched voice came from the nearby bushes as a short high school girl with vivid blonde hair and a sickeningly bright pink tank top popped out, waving furiously at Kimiko. The girl's eyes were wide as she bounced around, keeping out of arms reach of the other girl as she pointed at her furiously, batting her eyes with a huge grin as she spoke in a heavy valley girl accent. The wind carried a heavy scent of cinnamon around her as she clapped both hands to her cheeks. "Are you pouting? Ohmahgaw, that so doesn't suit you! You should smile, you're SOOOOOO pretty whenyousmile!" The girl pulled a wild spin, and her hair cascaded down around her, before splitting apart to reveal a white haired young man in a blue coat, eyes glinting as he grinned at Kimiko, standing with folded arms. "Sorry Hime-chan, I couldn't resist." Capello's pet name for Kimiko, Japanese for Princess, despite all protests. The fox had no real special meaning behind it. The girl was Japanese, or at least her name was, and had been raised with great reverence. It wasn't said with disdain or a mocking tone, but it was definitely a tease. The fox demon chuckled, putting a hand over his mouth as he examined the high school girls in the bushes. "Fan club? How sweet! Oh, and don't worry about rumors about you and some boy talking, they can't actually see me right now. Or could they possibly be bullies? Jealousy of your beauty, of your sweet elusive smile! Oh, youth!" The fox fanned himself with one hand, giving an idle chuckle and seeming to choose to not remember that he was only four years older than the girl. At least, if his age was to be believed anyway. "Want me to scare em off for you, Hime? You know, so you can run off without supervision for what I can only assume to be a secret tryst with a man. Ahh, forbidden love." He held one hand near his mouth, as if conspiring with her. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me! Personally, I'm all for loving humans. Can't get enough of the little buggers really, they're adorable. Dumber than a balloon in a field of pins, but sweet! Like a big stupid baby, you just wanna protect em!" Capello was full of energy today, that much was obvious. His grin was far too wide, far too eager. With the fox, that was rarely a good sign for anyone looking for solitude. And odds are the Capello currently talking was just another illusion, and the real fox was watching from somewhere else, trying to muffle his laughter.