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He could escape any lock or confinement and break any blade with his own. But he just couldn't escape being dragged into being a useless helper. Now, he was making a fool of himself, dropping drinks, and getting a man wet. This night was just getting better and better for the awkward fox. Star could only hope for some slight improvements from tonight, such as being saved. Of course, that was not to be and right when he thought he could maybe excuse himself and move along the red head just had to say something to make his jaw drop and his eyes peel away from those sweet baby jesus abs. 

" Think nothing of it...Are you trying to invite me to your room?"

Remember those cogs in his head that didn't quite move well? Ha, they where working full speed now and sending out sparks in the process. That tan face suddenly lite up like a christmas tree. He had no words for this and just started to stutter. "Ah, yes, but no. But yes? I, ah, clothes and all. Maybe mine would fit. I mean, until yours dries?" He could swear that his all ready feminie voice was hitting a new high the more he talked. Starling wasn't normally skittish but when it came to things that made him completely uncomfortable things were going to break or get lost.

The fox nodded softly and lowered his gaze to see if they floor might be able to settle him down somewhat. The answer to that was, nope! Feeling the weight on his tray he only turned a bit more red. "Ah, okay. Um, let me put this up and I'll take you to, um, my room. To, ah, see if anything can fit you." With a sudden and quick turn of the heel he was gone and depositing the tray and gems on the counter. It was then that one of the courtseans decided to tease him.

"Ohhh, is the little Star getting bought?" That coy voice caused Star too look at the owner in sudden panic. "N-n-No! I just got him wet and he needs to borrow a shirt! Nothing wrong with tha---DON'T GIVE ME THOSE LOOKS!" He pointed a finger towards the young girl who only laughed at him before moving away with a slight wave. "Oh? Is tha what they call it nowadays? Well, enjoy your wet man."

"It's not like that!" His poor protest came out more of a whimper then rage. His poor head just drooped down and asked the tender for two drinks. Upon receiving them he returned to Yuuki and handed him a full mug. "On the house, kind of an apology. If you um, follow me I'll take you to my room. See what I have and all...and stuff." A nervous laugh came from him and with a small head tilt he lead the way up the stairs to his room. Flipping off a random person that gave out of cat call.

And this is why he liked to hide at his forge all the time. Moving up to the stairs, he sighed softly and took a left at the top of the second floor. Then, he proceeded all the way down to the last door on the right and cracked it open. "After you." He signaled Yuuki to go on in to his rather boring room that was filled with random trinkets. He wasn't at all the flashy type nor did he have a room that was over the top like some of the workers here. 

This was just plan awkward tonight. Normally, the fennec fox strain was either at his forge or sleeping somewhere. He was hardly ever working the floor for any good reason. Nope, this fox stayed out of site of any and all types of costumers here at Saint's Pleasure. The less interaction he had the much better his day normally went. Though, as fate would have it one of the girls had taken ill and who got roped into taking her place working as server, Starling. He was totally out of his element. He had knowledge of liquor but that was about it! Anything else was beyond him. 

But what made it truly worse is that many of the courtesan's here thought it would be a lovely idea to bank on this rare event. At least they had taste in style when they dressed the blacksmith up in a lovely male tunic and pants but really, it wasn't his style. He didn't like wearing overly colorful things or, well, anything that might send someone the wrong idea and boy did it. He felt like he fit in the males here and was not a pleasant though. He did whine and he did complain about the shirt having too deep of a V cut and that it made him look like a hooker. All it did was make the girls laugh.

Before he knew it, he had a lovely sash about his waist and his normal bandanna plucked from his head. They thought it would be cute for him to show off those ears for a change. Which meant his damn ears got in the way of everything. The poor ears would flop one way and then another and sometimes stand straight up to attention on his head and knocking anything above over. 

Eventually, he managed to gain his composure and now there he was, bringing orders to people in the bar area. Handing them drinks, turning red constantly, and getting his rump touched. Which in turn caused many patrons to get glasses dumped on them or death glares. How did people handle jobs like this? Ugh, couldn't he go back to his forge now? Please! 

Nope, the moment he tired to leave he was soon ganged up on and turned back around by giggling courtesans. "Oh, come on guys! Surely, I'm done right?" Nope. Mugs where slammed on his tray and he was shoved out and nearly avoided a slamming into some drunk man. Turning on his heels, he tired very hard to keep his balance and not trip over a chair. Clearly, he wasn't very good at trying to keep a tray of six drinks in one place. Turning again, he heard a very scary sound. Two mugs slid off his tray and had a slight delay in hitting the ground which only meant one thing. 

During his mid turn, he did run into something a bit hard and the mugs that slid off had at least a ten second delay. Cringing, his ears bent back in a mixture of cringing, tension, and shame. Slowly, he turned on his toes while keeping his remaining drinks in place. There was a man there, covered in liquor with two mugs at his feet.

"Oh...my..." Was all the fox could get out as he stared at the man, wide eyed and unsure what to do.