Shrine time! You decide to head to the local Inari shrine to make a quick offering on your way home. It's been much too long since your last visit and you feel like maybe the Gods have grown annoyed at your lack of fealty.
As you arrive up the steps and through the torii, you see a couple of the miko scowling disgustedly at a fatass sweaty pig of a human being nearby, talking to what appears to be a young looking girl with humongous fox ears, a gigantic bushy fox tail, and a large pair of round rimless spectacles. Her face is barely marred by a look of annoyance, mostly taken with a forlorn, upset glance at the land whale accosting her.
"B-but... Shiroyuki-chan, I-"
the pig sputters, greasy beads of sweat rolling down his unwashed pimple-laden face.
"Cease thy blathering forthwith, swine! This one hath abided thy countenance awhile and grown outworn of thy presence-nojya. Thou hath this one's leave to silence thy fawning and take leave from this one's sacred grounds-nojya!"
the tiny Kitsune named Shiroyuki responds coldly.
"B-b-but Shiroyuki-chan!"
The mass of fat whines and blubbers as his sweating somehow increases, his fat jiggling uncontrollably with each movement.
"Y-you're the only one for me! I was told by the Gods that I would get a cute loli girlfriend, a-and here y-"
"Nay!"
Shiroyuki interrupts, her face contorting slightly more into a look of irritation.
"Thou hath a singular mind, and only covet this one's form-nojya! Thou hath no consideration for this one's convictions, nor this one's mind-nojya! Begone henceforth, this one hath grown weary of thine groveling and mewling-nojya!"
The mass of fat blubbers and snivels as he leaves, a look of anger and contempt in his eyes as he storms by you. A stench of rotting meat and what you assume to be yesterday's dinner 'graces' your nose as he passes.
You head over to the tiny fox girl, earning a look of annoyance as you head in her direction.
"Fie, another brute come to disrupt this one's solitude-nojya. What say thee, cur? Here to woo this one's affections suchlike the swine this one expelled from her presence-nojya? Ho, thou art too late - this one's virtue hath been taken many seasons before thy greatest of great grandfathers was but a seed in thy ancestor's loins-nojya,"
she smiles mirthlessly.