mask! mask!! what a cool mask!!! he wants to wear a cool mask too! ooh, ooh, he's got a bunch of them! babbling happy gibberish, the strange rabbit who'd been bouncing about her feet pauses as a HUGE, FANGED MOUTH WITH A SWOLLEN GREY TONGUE BURSTS OUT OF HIS BELLY, and with a shuddering groan, spits out a vintage plastic jack-o-lantern mask. he picks it up, brushes off some slop, puts it on, and goes right back to eagerly jumping about, now pointing at his new accessory. masks! masks! hehehee!!
Chaos above, what is she staring at? This little creature seems so fascinated with her mask that he went and regurgitated his own. She wasn’t sure whether to be impressed, flattered, or just flat-out disgusted by the action. But it wasn’t unfriendly.. just a little over-giddy, like a child without any direction, trying to entertain himself with any means necessary…
Of course, this leaves Whisper in the awkward situation of just standing there, thoughtlessly tapping her fingers against her thigh, trying to think of something to do - run away, maybe? No… he might follow, and then it’d be even more awkward. Maybe she could softly tell him to go away? No, that might hurt his feelings… and honestly, she wasn’t sure if this one was worth the headache of trying to hurt the feelings of.
… So, she weakly manages to lift up her hand and stick out a thumb upwards, a standard show of approval, followed by a forced, approving look that screamed ‘help me’ to anyone else nearby.
<<G–good.>>















