Rabbit lies flat on his stomach on the side of the road, chest heaving and flush to the pavement, right arm partially hidden from sight inside a storm drain. It’s hard to tell if the moisture pooling beneath him is rain or sweat, but he’s covered in it. He looks like he’s run a marathon or fought ten men; in reality it was only two and one chucked his mask down the drain, where it now hangs, caught on the wall just inches from his fingers. Not that he needs to, being the spectacle he already is, Rabbit seeks attention from the ankles of a passerby. “Fella! Hey, fella!” he calls, too cheerful to be covered in gutter water. “Yer arms look longer’n mine--- you wanna lend a hand?”
@stides GETS A GODDAMN STARTER !











