Jon beamed as he looked over the movie theater lobby. The tails were visible everywhere.
The scrawny blonde behind the concession stand flicked his sandy tail, face locked in rigid customer service apathy as he handed Mikey a bucket of popcorn. Next to Jon, Zoe was preoccupied with her phone, and across her Tumblr dashboard, he could see that every photo or drawing of a human had the tail. They really were just... standard. He was the only person on earth who thought it was in any way odd! This also meant he was the only person on earth who could appreciate that the cardboard standee of Captain America's little fox-ear points on his mask looked silly.
That was something he had been musing on as he sat in the car on the way here; the new connection mankind had with foxes. The animals were now similar to dogs or dolphins in terms of humanities inclination to be kind to them. There was an agreed upon connection, although evolutionary scientists weren't quite certain what, since humans and foxes were of quite different. As such, the fox tail existed as a kind of symbol of wonderful things that weren't understood about the universe. Jon couldn't help but snicker at that, considering he knew exactly why it was there.
Looking over at Zoe's phone again, Jon caught a glimpse of a post full of rather gothic bikini's. Zoe's eyes met his and she frowned and shot him a dirty 'stop peeking' look, but he had already gotten a decent idea off it. Bikini's made him think of the beach. The beach made him think of... well, it made him think of the beach nearby, but it also made him think of exotic locales.
"I gotta use the bathroom, be right back." He vanished into the men's room and, reaching into his pocket, wrapped his fingers around the stone. After peeking under the row of stalls to make sure he was alone, he grinned and made another change:
