[Rapunzel is lying on the floor of her room, holding her frying pan close. Pascal is sitting on her shoulder, glaring at the fuzzy little bunny who is sitting across from Rapunzel and Pascal.
Every so often, the bunny makes a move to scratch at its ears, or twitch its nose, or adjust its seating. Whenever it moves, Rapunzel scoots back just a little bit and grips onto her frying pan a little tighter.
She did sort of freak out a bit the first time she met a bunny...and she knows exactly nothing about them.]...Okay, Rapunzel...it's just a...fuzzy thing. With ears. I'm about 90% sure that Eugene was kidding when he said it could smell fear...
and its not doing anything...it's just sitting there...Pascal, what do you think?
[The chameleon shrugs and looks at it before squeaking a bit.]Yeah, I think so too. It doesn't look like it's trying to hurt us...
[As she says this, though, the bunny starts chewing on the edge of her carpet. She blinks and then can't help but laugh a little.]Okay, okay, it doesn't look like it's going to hurt us. I don't know how you got here, fuzzy ear thing, but I guess you can stay.
[The bunny ignores her and just continues to chew on the carpet.]
[ooc: Yes, I am using this curse as an excuse to give my characters pet bunnies. Don't judge me.] ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
