Talk:Inari/@comment-25684312-20150328053121/@comment-25035274-20150330135809

With the length it's packing, I'd suggest archiving this as a blog-post/fan-fic. Large what-do's or what-do responses sometimes get culled for length by Jekkers and Mauller.

That said, to get back to the story:

Time to think fast! Since I'm pretty worthless at fighting, evidently, I'm forced to work with the greater power of my MIND! As such, I quickly come up with a plan to trick the man-hungry women!

"I can't get married," I explain, "because my poor, ailing old mother is waiting for me back home. My pay is the only think standing between her and the streets, and I don't think her gouty old feet could stand it. Plus, she has angina, and I'm worried she may have to have an operation! No, no. I'm afraid that as things stand, I can't get married. I just can't afford to. If I had a couple thousand, then maybe I could set her up. But as it stands, I just can't afford it."

Strangly enough, it seems that little guilt-trip might actually WORK! At the very least, it causes the two fox-women to stop where they are. Both of them actually almost look a little guilty, and they start to back away.

Of course, it's at that exact momen that a cheerfully smiling head with a pair of fuzzy, brown racoon-dog ears pops out of a door right behind me.

"Do-ho-ho?! Did I hear correctly?! Is someone a little strapped for cash?! Well, conveniently enough, I just so happen to work in the money-lending trade and I'd be more than happy to offer you a...competitive rate. You know you can't turn me down. It's for the well-being of your pooooor, siiiiiick, aiiiiiiiling mother, after all!"

Well, fuck.