I'm a fox. That's right, a thousand-year-old fox. I've long since lost interest in the mortal world, and with my mind at peace, I'm just waiting to ascend. But then, that day, I caught a glimpse of a miracle in the human world... How could romance be written in my fate? Matchmaker, you must've gotten drunk again!
I was lounging comfortably beneath the shade of a tree, taking my afternoon nap, when he appeared. I could clearly sense that human hiding nearby. What's the point of sneaking around? You little runt, I've already spotted you! Why are you still crawling behind that clump of grass?
The white-furred fox scratched its ear with a forepaw, then slowly got to its feet and turned to walk away...
Hey, kid! Are you really playing peekaboo right in front of me, appearing, disappearing, appearing again, then disappearing again?
Kid! Put down my poop. Are you a pervert?
Hey, hey, I'm telling you to cut it out already, hey!!
If you are interested in this setting, can you give me some advice? How to write it... Kavin, Kavin...