02-21-2017, 04:19 PM
For Thiago, talking to this girl seemed like it was taking forever. And perhaps it was, because it has been precisely 38 days since Thiago has seen the light of the sun, and he is not particularly pleased. He has stood here, frozen in thought, for exactly 38 of those days, excruciatingly trying to figure out why the hell some rando-girl might think that he may or may not have seen something…
Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?
The bunny-man is annoyed—mostly with his writer—and settles his weight back in his back legs, considering his company. Her name is Kellyn. Nice name, strange girl. He cocks his head to the side, and then peers around behind her, looking about for anyone that might meet her description. “Nope,” he says, rocking back further on his heels, his ears going back towards his head. “Haven’t seen ‘em.”
Using as little words as possible, he conveys his message, and takes a few steps backward from her, slinking into shadow. He wonders if she will get the hint, and let the poor man go on his way. Social anxiety doesn’t allow for a body to find his own way out of a hole such as this—and for someone who is most used to being a rabbit, not finding your way out of your own hole is, well;
Embarassing.
Thiago cocks his head to the other side, and then coughs again.
Well, this was awkward.
THIAGO
here comes peter cotton tail, hoppin down the bunny trail
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