Fluffy Bunny Thoughts

[daniel_stacy]

He had stopped drinking human blood for a girl who was MIA.

Of course Daniel figured that was his fault, too. Get too loose with your relationship rules and suddenly there weren’t any at all. If their involvement could be construed as a relationship… He was fuzzy on that. Nevertheless, Daniel had given it up for Holly, and now there was no Holly, but he was still trying to hold out because there might (?) be a Holly at some point in the future and at this point, he was proud of his restraint. Not killing people might be the only prowess Daniel could muster.

But things got touchy when the butcher ran out of blood.

So here Daniel was in a pet shop, holding a brown bunny by its midsection, pretending to be in earnest search of a furry companion. The bunny’s eyes darted back and forth. Its nose twitched. Daniel inspected its undercarriage because he didn’t know its gender. Why that mattered when the idea was to eat it, he didn’t know.

“Have you ever cared for a bunny before?” asked a saleswoman in enormous glasses.

“No,” he said. “I had a dog once.”

“They’re nothing… like dogs,” she condescended.

“Really? Because my dog humped everything in sight, too.” Daniel smiled at her, trying to charm her. It did not work, so he said, “I’ll check out a library book,” just to get her off his scent. He carried the bunny to the shop window and looked outside. Daylight savings time meant that he had to shack up longer, so it was 9:30 already. The shop closed at 10:00. If he was going to drain this critter tonight, he needed to make up his mind.

A pretentious woman in a fur stole walked past the shop. Daniel covered the bunny’s eyes. "Look awaaaaay," he cried.

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Re: Fluffy Bunny Thoughts

[melodymagic]

"Don't eat cocoa puffs unless they're straight from the box!" she said, laughing. Melody left the man to finish off his purchases and headed to the counter, talking quietly to the sales assistant who went through the list Mel had handed her, ticking off most of the items, and shaking her head, rolling her eyes and heading back out to the stock area with a cry of "... can't trust anyone else to do a job right!" over her shoulder.

Melody looked around the shop, leaning an elbow on the counter as she waited, the three items on the list that weren't already in the package now being hunted down by the less-than-happy sales assistant.

Re: Fluffy Bunny Thoughts

[daniel_stacy]

She could talk quietly all she wanted, but Daniel could hear the valves opening and closing in her heart, so it wasn’t too hard to pick up on whispered requests. He frowned. Then he turned to stare at her back. So that’s what her scent was… magic. Herbs, powders, incense, candle wax. At first he’d interpreted the bouquet of fragrances as a penchant for essential oils, but no, he’d bet his last dime she was a witch, now that’d he heard her request various pieces of an amphibian.

He walked up to the counter and set the bunny on the smooth surface. Socrates behaved.

“Abracadabra,” he mumbled. “Or maybe double, double toil and trouble is more apropos?”

Re: Fluffy Bunny Thoughts

[melodymagic]

Melody blinked and stared at the man, a little taken aback at his approach and completely stumped as to how he'd possibly have known anything about her spells and potions.

"Uhhhm, sorry?" she said, wondering she'd misheard hi, or if he'd been a customer in the shop and she had maybe forgotten him. But she knew she had heard correctly, and that she didnt' forget faces so easily, and his was very nice, if a little ... intimidating to her like this.

"What was that?" she asked, giving him a small smile as she again tried to remember his face, but failed miserably.

Re: Fluffy Bunny Thoughts

[daniel_stacy]

Daniel snapped his fingers and waggled his fingers through the air, a gesture like ‘poof’. When her face didn’t register anything except confusion, he cocked his head. “No? C’mon, you smell like cloves and rosemary, you’ve gotta know what I’m talking about. At the very least you recognize Macbeth. Let not light see my black and deep desires. I mean, I’m no literary giant, but…”

He blinked. Wait, was he wrong? Maybe she was just an avid bread maker who happened to smoke clove cigarettes.