Rabbit Season || Gaston & Roger
Hey! What do you have against innocent forest creatures, huh?
Gaston smirked evilly at the rabbit. “Oh, nothing. I’m not against them at all!” He pulled his gun out and put it right up against Roger’s face. “What do you have against your head being placed on my innocent wall?”
As soon as the gun came out, Roger’s jaw fell open and his eyes widened. If he were as quick-witted or daring as Bugs, he might have stuck his finger down the barrel — but he was nowhere near close. So he just gulped and wrapped his ears around his eyes.
"A lotta things! For one, I’m kinda using my head right now." He raised a shaking finger. "And two… it’s not even rabbit season!"
Gaston chuckled at the rabbit’s poor attempt at saving himself. “Yeah, but I could get a lot more use out of your head than you are. You’d look great next to my other rabbits in the tavern!”
He then looked at Roger as if he must be completely idiotic. “Not rabbit season? You must think I’m dumb. I don’t care what season it is. You’re mine, rabbit!” And with that, Gaston shoved the gun back in Roger’s face right between the eyes.
"Other rabbits?" Roger lifted an ear to peek around the room, but when he was faced with the sight of the many stuffed rabbits mounted on the walls, he immediately regretted it.
Well, now it was personal.
"YIPE!" He ducked down when the barrel of the gun was shoved in his face, and scrambled underneath the larger man's legs to get behind him. Hopping up onto a nearby table (and knocking a bunch of mugs over in the process) he turned and stuck his tongue out. "Woohoo! You've gotta catch me first!"
