[Strangely enough, the calm the man exudes in the face of his playful threat only seems to excite Chuuya more, rather than disappoint. Those vulpine ears are pricked up, stormy eyes focused with predatory intensity on his newly revealed company.

The rabbit ears were deceiving: This man was no simple prey. Chuuya knew a fellow fighter when he saw one, and his blood sang in elation at his luck.]

Now now. Who isn't causing trouble tonight? It's all in the spirit of the season, as it were.

[He turns to Kazuha properly, a fanged grin coming to his lips. Long, fluffy tails idly sway behind him, calm in spite of the delight in his eyes.]

But you're not wrong: A good fight is exactly how I'd like to spend my evening.

[He raises one hand: bare, contrary to his usual habits, tipped with claws. The moonless night bares even those things Chuuya seeks to restrain, and the symbolic covers meant nothing.]