The loud crash startled the fox from whatever daydream she was having, and she quickly looked towards the source of the noise. There goes yet another one of her doors (she should just leave call it an open house by now). The familiar yellow and brown armordillo barreled his way over and Ahri could not help but laugh. She'd probably have to describe why it wasn't good to destroy such things...

Though was immediately distracted when Rammus all but flopped onto one of her fluffy appendages. She didn't have the heart (to spare) to flip him off. Not to mention he was surprisingly heavy. "You could have at least asked for permission." Ahri said pointedly, nudging the Champion with her hand.

"Sounds accurate," Ahri responded pleasantly, nodding lightly. Though Fate did seem to paint Graves as more violent than she originally thought. Then again, most ruffians were like that. "I suppose that's your secret then? Find a soft woman then have yourself beat up?" The Kumiho could not help but wonder what she would have done in that situation. Well, in all honesty, she didn't really have to think about it. Ahri would have found the whole situation amazingly comedic to watch. Why stop something that amuses you?

"Oh? You... and the Maven?" She grinned. "Never would have guessed. I suppose a girl who can't answer to your silver tongue is one of a kind."

"Plenty?!" Sarah exclaimed, feigning surprise. "What kind of lady do you take me for, fox?" She pointed at Ahri, firmly touching the ridge of her nose. "You have offended me this day, and you shall be punished for it!"

Sarah looked around.

"Where do you keep the latex body suits?" She asked, with a smirk.

Ahri rolled her eyes dramatically, "Oh, please. I may have been a fox, but I'm not as stupid as I once was. Don't pretend to be innocent; I can smell your lies from across the room." She wrinkled her nose slightly at the pressure, her ears twitching under the hat still balancing delicately atop her head. "I didn't know you took offense so easily."

Her eyebrow arched in mild surprise at the request. "The... what? No, I don't have any." She stuck her tongue out. "Your plans have been foiled yet again."

Aren't foxes notoriously cunning?
I had lots of trouble with foxes when hunting, back in the jungle.

Curses, Sarah's grand scheme! Now how would she punish the insolent fox? Sarah's mind raced, when she realized that Ahri had just set her up for the perfect plan. It was a little more than she had ever done just to mess with someone, but this was Ahri. She'd do the same.

As Ahri stuck her tongue out, Sarah suddenly lunged forward and kissed it. And she pulled back, smirking wide.

"Well if that were the secret than Ah reckon' Ah'd have Graves or someone bust down yer' door n' attack me. Except it ain't mah secret rather Ah know how to get a girl attention." He said as he waved the hand with the pearl necklace and it disappeared into thin air.

He smiled as Ahri brought up Sona, "Yeah that was a long time ago n' all, but what is even rarer is a girl who can match my tongue."

((I fear you are having too much fun with MF.))

((Translation: TF is jealouuuus))

"Indeed. When they find what they want, that is. But as a fox, my capacity to understand the more complex things in life was severely limited. My brethren didn't want to understand how the door of a chicken pen was made, only how to get inside it."

Just as Ahri was about to preen the success off her fur, Fortune darted forward and all but violated her poor tongue. She quickly retracted it safely between her lips as she gave a soft growl.

"Y... you!" No, the vixen was not feigning her absolute surprise. More so, the unexpectedness of the action and the very fact that she had not seen it coming. Well, of course she had seen it but she didn't think Fortune would take the opportunity. Nonetheless, the fox quickly composed herself.

"I don't think you know how this game works." Ahri stated casually, slipping her fingers against the Pirate Hunter's clothes once more, feeling the silky cloth against the pads of her digits. "That is against the rules." Was she being childish? Yes, most certainly.

((If there is fun, who am I to turn it away?))

Ahri blinked as the object vanished, a small pout forming on her face before she quickly decided that bah, it wasn't worth her time in the first place. "Perhaps he's on his way now," she grinned, looking behind Twisted Fate and towards the door. "Then he got sidetracked." It would have been amazingly dramatic if this was the case but sadly, Ahri doubted it.

"Oh, you're too modest." She quipped, smiling.

"Is it, now?" Sarah asked teasingly, leaning in a little bit as Ahri rubbed at her clothes. She gently touched her lips with her fingers, and licked them.

"Mmm, tastes like fox." She said, with a grin. "I broke the rules..." She leaned in, whispering. "What are you gonna do about it~?"

"How barbaric," Ahri responded with a small pout. "You don't like liver, but you know what a fox tastes like?" Besides, she should have been somewhat offended - she wondered if she had retained her animal scent, but was instantly distracted when Fortune closed the distance yet again. "I don't know, really. It's been a while since someone has."

Ahri tilted her head a little closer, her lips almost brushing against the buxom red-head's. "Any suggestions?"