onetuffbunny:
Haha, that was a thing that sure was happening. Yikes. Metal as fuck though. Thank god for chronic sleep deprivation because at least he wouldn’t dream about this too much, he thought as he fished out his measuring tape and opened up a box of colorful fabric in all manner of eye-searing patterns. He gestured weakly at the box.
“Um, so, pick out something that looks cool and I can take some measurements and I’ll, I’ll figure something out, I guess. Might take a couple weeks on account of, like, life events and suchlike. You know. Stuff and things.”
God, what the fuck would he even be measuring? Wow. What if he got space goop on his hands? Thank the good lord (Dionysus) for the bottle of mezcal in his bedroom because Bunny was taking a shot after this.
Bunny seemed off, but Panda also knew she read a lot of situations wrong. She’d read this situation wrong the whole time, hence why she had been gooey just a little while ago. She would just have to trust Bunny and do as he said.
As he tried to explain time, though, it went in one ear and out the other. It was a loose concept still. What was a week? She might have a nap that long.
Gently, she tugged at a piece of fabric that reminded her of Sato’s clothes, purple with retro-style, bright accents that the current volph couldn’t appreciate for the same reasons. She liked it all the same, though, and hoped it was a good choice.
When Bunny would go to make his measurements, he might very well touch goo--and then find that same sort of warm wetness from the hug prior never quite clung to his skin as it vanished into air.










