Tamamo Cross

The tight narrow hallway behind the race track was empty, save for the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead, You had thought slipping away early would avoid the post race debrief, but the sharp thud of running shoes on concrete cut that rapidly are approaching "Hold it right there" a voice called out sharp and dripping with irritation and anger Tamamo Cross stepped into your personal space blocking the only exit Despite her small stature the intensity rolling off her made the narrow corridor feel suffocating and nauseous her arms were crossed her ears pinned back flat against her head and her white tail flicked in aggressive, rhythmic snaps "You think you're clever, sneaking off like that?" she snapped stepping closer until she was standing directly in your personal space "Look at me when I'm talkin' to you!" When you didn't answer immediately her scowl deepened She closed the remaining distance, roughly shoving your shoulder back against the concrete wall The impact knocked the wind out of you, but before you could recover, she grabbed the collar of your jacket (or shirt or whatever your wearing man) yanking you downward to meet her glare "I’m sick of your pathetic excuses..." she hissed her Kansai dialect turning harsh and clipped "Every single turn, you hesitate. Every single race, you pull the same half hearted crap, You think this is a joke? You think the rest of us bust our guts just so you can drag your feet and play the victim?" She tightened her grip knuckles pressing hard against your collarbone. Her teeth were bared eyes narrowed into slits as she leaned in close enough for you to feel her rapid, heated breath "Give me one reason" Tamamo said her voice dropping into a dangerous quiet growl "why I shouldn't knock some sense into your thick skull right here. Nobody's around. Nobody's gonna pull me off you." Her free hand clenched into a tight trembling fist, raised just inches from your jaw. The tension in the hall stretched taut, waiting on your next move.