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[townofcadence]

"Not if yer built fer it." He flicks an ear. Not that he'd feel much of the cold anyway, but being fat and furry helped. "Don't worry 'bout yer shoes none. Track shit in m'self all the time."

Mack moves in a lumber, tail plastered to his leg and hunched below the ceiling to squeeze through the hall. It leads out towards the kitchen. He points a claw at a chair. "Sit there." It's a rickety piece of wood, but for now it's the nicest chair he owns. "Just remembered I got some chickens. If yer wantin' to eat."

[bunsdreamworld]

"Ha! I know how that is." Her head tips forward at that, eyes closed over a smile that matches her sheepish laugh. She doesn't have quite the amount of hair or fur that he does, but she's certainly aware of how warm her fat keeps her compared to others! She nods to confirm about her shoes, and honestly she's thankful for it. She's not accustomed to doing so, and to be honest... she's worried she'd slip and make an idiot of herself if she was just in her socks. That would be the worst case scenario.

Eyes linger on his tail and his ears as they move further into his home. They look good, it makes her wish she knew how to do the same. Having a bunny tail and ears would be so cute... But she snaps from it as he tells her where to sit. "Oh-- okay!" And so she does, even if she fears the worst looking at it. Carefully, delicately almost, Bonnie sits herself on the edge of the chair with her back straightened, hands in her lap, and legs crossed at the ankles. She's keeping as much of her weight in check as she can, but still smiles and waves a hand. "Oh no, that's okay! I'm not really hungry, and I'd hate for you to go through all the trouble. It's sweet of you to offer, though..!" Surely he had misspoke, right? He had chicken, not chickens? The way he said it brought mental images she'd rather not think about, regarding the feathery little ladies outside.

"So... how have you been? It's been a little bit since we met."

[mooniluvyou]

I’m quivering and shit

[strawberriesandfairiess]

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[deductiions]

"Um... I'm sorry, you're kind of freaking me out a little bit..."

UNPROMPTED. // @bunsdreamworld

“You should be freaked out.” The detective states rather intensely, normally brown eyes swallowed by shades of swirling pink and purple. They’re glowing in an almost unnatural way.

“Someone close to you is in danger! I can see it now. You must have a family member—or someone as close as family—with an enemy who wants them dead. I’m right, aren’t I? We need to act right away!”

[bunsdreamworld]

Bonnie isn't normally one for eye contact, but even in her flitting glances she can tell that, well, something isn't quite right with the stranger's eyes. She had been nearby when the older man dropped his glasses, and despite recent events had gone to pick them up for him. But then he had just... stopped. Frozen, like she had done something wrong. She had tried giving the glasses back but he was stiff as a board, that is, until he suddenly leans forward and says one of the freakiest things she's heard in a good while.

"I-I, uhm--" She stammers, hands raising to her chest as if to protect herself. The man's glasses are still delicately held in her fingers. "Uh... okay..? I don't really know anyone close to me that would have something like that going on, though, hahah..." Maybe Bunni? But there's no way anyone would want her dead.

"Are you okay?"

[greelin]

[GUY WHO HAS THE MANNERISMS OF A NEUROTIC PREY ANIMAL VOICE] yeah i really believe that i am always a pretty calm person. cool. Collected, even

[strawberriesandfairiess]

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[figdays]

Bunny Necklace // NutellaKittyStudio

[townofcadence]

"Hi! Hahah, gosh, you're hard to find out here, huh? Uhm, I hope this isn't a bad time-- I just wanted to drop by and see how you were doing!" For Mack, please!

@bunsdreamworld // Unprompted!

He looks down at the young woman who has approached his home and had the courage to knock on his door. He recognizes her. One of those youngins that came out to this area of the woods before on some 'investigation' tomfoolery. They'd left him be after giving him a way to get in contact after finding out he was the one people were griping about. So why the hell did she come back?

"....Y'can come in, I suppose. But I ain't got nothin' t'offer." He rumbles, and steps back to allow her entry. It wouldn't be proper to send her on her way after all that trouble. She was one of his own, after all, and she didn't look like one to cause trouble. But once she'd had her little check in, he'd send her on her way.

[bunsdreamworld]

She had to go back. Bonnie remembers it like it was yesterday, those rough clawed hands grabbing her and lifting her up, shoving her up on the wall. Growling at her... it hardly felt real, now! She'd been mostly scared at the time, but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't been a bit flustered, too. She's only ever found one other person who'd been able to lift her like that before! Though, that aside, there was something.... more. Something else that made her want to come back. She just couldn't put her finger on what.

But those were good excuses as any to go check up on her new friend! Especially since it's getting so cold out that it's started to snow.

Her eyes light up when he says she can come in, and she dips her head thankfully. "Oh! Thank you, and that's okay, really. I don't need anything anyway!" She shuffles inside as he steps back, hands laced tight together. She hovers once she's out of the way of the door, though, unsure of where would be okay to go. "Chilly out there, huh?"

[bunsdreamworld]

"For someone with no spine, you've sure got a lot of balls." ( @auslinginnhogtyin from farm Butch! >:3)

The reaction is near instant, the wilting of confidence unfounded. Her hand withdraws, joining the other to lace tightly over her midsection. Her head lowers as do her brows, and she frowns. "I... I was just saying. It's not--" She swallows. "You can't just say that about people..."

[crownmemes]

Mean Sentences, Vol. 13

(Mean sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I hate the bones of you. I genuinely wish you and yours nothing but ill."

"You know what I'm wondering? What do you tell yourself at night when you lay your head down that allows you to wake up in the morning pretending that you're not the bad guy?"

"When you speak, I feel like it's the Devil talking."

"Honestly? I think I'd rather stick my dick in a blender."

"I've come to a conclusion: I don't like you."

"You are tough to be a friend to."

"You do a good job of hiding it, and I suppose most folk don't see it, but honestly? You're the angriest man I have ever known."

"You've got ice-cold water running through your veins."

"For someone with no spine, you've sure got a lot of balls."

"I hope you donated your body to science so doctors can study how big a bitch you are!"

"Do you even know when you're lying anymore, or is it just like blinking?"

"You had a choice. You just chose wrong."

"You are a violent man. You have left a trail of dead behind you."

"Do you believe anything you say?"

"Look, it's nice that you have a hobby, but I really don't care to hear about this."

"Drive your polluted soul back to the city where it belongs."

"Sometimes I think the Devil's bile runs in your veins!"

"Every now and then, you say something that makes me think you're smart, and then I look at you and that thought fades."

"You'll take your approval anywhere you can find it, won't you?"

"Is there anything else you screwed up today?"

"I didn't think you could get any more boring, and yet here we are."

"Look at me and know that I am not your friend."

"Do you know how stupid you look?"

"You don't know what you are, and you're looking for the world to tell you. You reek of desperation."

"In the right light, you could almost be considered attractive."

"Don't think that you deserve it. You don't deserve it, and you never will."

"I've heard a lot of rumours about you, all of them bad."

"I'd just about forgot how much I hate the sound of your voice!"

"How can you live with yourself?"

"Who the hell are you to judge me?"

[woman-becomer]

I'm on a noble quest to feel something

[woman-becomer]

things felt so far:

humidity

[woman-becomer]

shame

[heartscarred]

With how still she keeps herself, they might not have noticed the nerves if it wasn't for how much the flush creeps along her face, and the way her fingertips dig into the aluminum of the pie-tin. Their gaze zeroes in on these slightest responses, though their smile doesn't waver. "Oh, don't worry about that. There's no apologies necessary. We were all processing a lot of information, anyway. And you're here now, aren't you?" They move forward with an easy sway to their stride, into a better conversational range.

They laugh, before nudging her shoulder with a pat of their hand. "Don't worry, I knew what you meant. A hi from you would be quite the honor~." The hand ghosts to squeeze her shoulder instead before it drops away entirely. With how greased they are, there's a tiny dirt-smudge left in their wake on her powder pink dress. They consider trying the tongue wetting trick to wipe it off--- but honestly they'd probably just make it worse.

"Artair like Artery without the y." They beam with a bright and toothy smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Bonnie. And a double pleasure if you're coming bearing gifts of pie!" His still-smudged hand snakes that offered tin, and metal fingers slide a pair of chopsticks from an interior slot on his arm. He's quick to use them to draw out a slice of pie, and shove the whole thing into his mouth, in a messy loss of sugar and apples to the weedy grass they're standing in.

"Mmmm-- that hits the spot. You want some, too? I don't know if I can finish this all on my own." Now it's their turn to tilt the tin enticingly her way.

[bunsdreamworld]

"That's true! I mean, how awkward would it be if I was always just walking through your farm without saying a word? I don't think I could live like that. So I guess I'll have to grace you with a hello every now and then." She chuckles a little bit. "And maybe bring you an offering of pie every now and then, too. You know, just to make sure I stay in your good graces." Her nose scrunches up a little bit at her own joke, but she doesn't laugh this time even if she does think the idea is funny. She doesn't even flinch when they touch her shoulder, not even a little bit.

"Ar..tair." She repeats the name slow, as if committing it and its pronunciation to memory. "The pleasure's all mine, really." Gaze follows as they take the pie and then... produce chopsticks from inside of their prosthetic arm? And then cut and eat an entire slice of pie with the chopsticks they just got from inside their arm? Dazed by the display and wondering if she's taken psychic damage or if she's impressed (maybe both?) She blinks a few times when they offer the pie to her now. "Oh! Uh, no, no thank you." She shakes her head, palms raising ever so slightly in front of her. "I already ate, so I guess you'll just have to save what you can't eat for later, huh? Thank you though, it's a sweet offer."

There's a brief pause, a small breath. "Uhm, I hope this isn't rude, but... I like your arm. I've never seen someone with a chopstick compartment on their prosthetic before."

[auslinginnhogtyin]

If his words had made her feel some type of way, it goes unnoticed by him, even with the body language she displays. It’s a compliment, afterall. If anything, the redness in her face, in his mind, could be attributed to how flustered he’s made her. Clearly she’s flattered by his comments.

“Yer damn right I am!” Butch retorts in one heavy breath, a grunt escaping him soon after. “Hnrggh, this’s—this’s prob’ly th’ lightest load ah’ve ever carried t’a farm.” He lies through his teeth, his breath hitching in his throat as he tries to disguise the fact that he’s already out of breath.

“Tch… t-that sounds like Adeline l’right. N-Not that we needed th’ help, a’course. I think she jus’ ‘njoys givin’ ‘erself more t’worry ’bout.” He attempts to shrug his shoulders but is unable to manage with the load taking up his arms. “Reckon I can’t complain, though… s’pecially with th’ ‘mount’f supplies they go through at th’ inn. Damn tourists.” Sure, making money was nice but he was admittedly a bit territorial.

“O-Oh? So y’all do gotta mister workin’ on th’ farm. I’ll bet he’s perdy damn far ‘long with fixin’ th’ place up, huh?” Well, that’s a relief. “Grrhh…h-howmuchlongerwegot? N-not that—huff… it matters none. J-Jus’ curious.”

[bunsdreamworld]

She's quiet now, and more still than before. Her fingers are laced tight over her midsection, her gaze on the ground, and she's breathing even more scarcely. She's not going to be rude, though. Even if she feels bad, she can't just ignore him. "Ha-- yeah, I guess she does seem kind of like a busy-body. I'm glad there's a few of us working on projects together, though. I probably won't be able to hold onto any of this stone as it is." She chews at her lower lip.

"Yeah, I uh. I don't really know how far along he is though. I haven't been up to his plot, he doesn't seem like the really...... talkative type." What a nice way of saying he scared the daylights out of her and she was avoiding him like the plague. "Uhm..." Her head raises finally to glance at their surroundings, familiar trees and the footpath they've been following. "We're almost there, we're just crossing through Artair's plot now."

[das-unwichtige-maedchen]

[auslinginnhogtyin]

"Pfft... a break. C'mon, what do I look like? I ain't… need a break. Sweet'f ya t'say so but I can handle a lil' weight. 'Fact, I bet I could even pick you up no prob'lem!" Butch says, blue eyes sweeping over her form for maybe a bit longer than intended.

"Hm? Oh, well, ah… I jus’ figure with where yer headed an’ all… not t’ mention, yer built like an ox.” It could easily be taken as an insult but it’s one of the highest compliments in his book. Butch continues to pace himself as he walks, huffing here and there when he needs to let out excess air he’s been holding in but for the most part, their conversation is taking his mind off of the weight.

“O-Oh, are ya? I didn’… realize they recruited so many folks!” He admits, stopping briefly to heave the bag upwards again where it’s slipping in his grasp before carrying on once more. “H-How many other people they got down there, anyhow? What, did ya’ll come here t’gether’re somethin?”

[bunsdreamworld]

Her breath freezes in her lungs as he mentions weight, mentions her. He's looking at her too much. Gaze flits away from him fast, head tilting towards the ground. By the time he even mentions her being built like an ox the redness of her face has spread over her ears and down her neck, deepening so much it was almost purple in some of the brightest spots. Her shoulders raise ever so slightly as her hands do, to lace together right over her midsection.

It's-- it's fine. He's not saying anything that's untrue, after all. And he is being kind by helping her out. Besides, sometimes being built like an ox just meant you looked strong, right? Except... it feels different, following the weight thing. She's just anxious, it's fine.

"Well... you do look pretty strong. Sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I'm sure you can handle it." Her head never really raises, and she certainly doesn't look at him again.

"Mm-- yeah, there's four of us all together. Most of us didn't come together, though. There's... Artair, and the one next to them... I think he might've said his name was Ares? And then there's my cousin Bunni and I. We came together. I think it's kind of a thing where we all reached out to Adeline, and instead of just one person getting the land they gave it to the four of us to divide how we wanted. So we kinda just did it into four corners."

[auslinginnhogtyin]

Butch had been under the impression that what she had been carrying was farm supplies—what else would she have been carrying through Mistria headed in the direction she was? But he’s sorely mistaken. The moment the bag is taken into his arms and he’s managed his question, he nearly doubles over but manages to catch his balance. What the fuck was in this thing!? His arms quiver from the weight and he briefly wonders how the hell she had been carrying it with seemingly no strain at all. Either way, he sucks in a breath and with a bit of struggle, straightens his posture so he can hold the load against his chest for better support. The last thing he wants is to look as though he can’t handle it, especially in front of a woman.

“Hrghh… hah! I-I don’—mind… really.” He insists, readjusting the lumpy load. It almost felt like a bag of damn rocks considering how solid the items inside felt but that cant be, surely.

“Y-Yer farm? Oh, I had… a feelin’ ya’ll were a farm gal.” He replies, attempting to steady his breathing as he speaks which makes his words come out a bit more uneven than he would have liked. Glancing over towards the direction she was headed, South, he finds that it’s almost familiar. It was the same path he had taken when requesting some supplies from that other farmer, wasn’t it? They couldn’t have lived on the same plot, could they have?

“Ghhh, Imsure.” He says quickly, flashing her a confident yet crooked grin. He stamps a foot forward and then another, walking just as one may expect from someone carrying a heavy load. “L-Let’s get a move on, huh? Can’t be all that far out.” Oh god, please don’t let it be that far out.

[bunsdreamworld]

He folds like a wet paper towel when the weight leaves her arms fully, and on instinct she reaches out again. Not touching, of course! But her arms hover a moment, until he manages to regain his posture. Somewhat. "Well... okay. But if you need a break or anything, I don't mind taking it back."

Relieved of the weight she takes a moment to double over herself, lifting the bottom of the apron laid over her dress to dab a bit of sweat off of her face.

"Oh-- really? What gave me away? I'm still pretty new to it." Her teeth worry lightly at her lower lip as she watches him do his very best to move, before moving to walk next to him. Slow pacing was fine with her after all, less of a chance for her to look foolish. "I'm actually, uh... do you know that big plot they gave to a few people to farm on? I'm one of them."