He notices Bunny reach for something and squints, but doesn't comment. Doesn't piece anything together. And he lurches in surprise when Bunny vaults right over him, making a little yelp noise before trotting along to catch up.
"Last time I tried it was six." They'd caught him because one of the staplers went wide and clattered off something on the rig, which completely blew up his spot. He'd spent a solid half-hour pilfering them, too, on account of them being just the right shape and weight to be super satisfying to chuck into the void. "But I got more of them since then. Kind of built up a stash, you know, always prepared. I'm thinking of maybe making that my motto."
He gives Bunny a weird look when Bunny tries to talk about the weather, a silent 'I don't give a shit about the weather'. There's small talk and then there's just being...Mac tries to think of the right word. Dennis would know. Separated from his friends he feels as if there are potholes he just keeps stumbling into and twisting his metaphorical ankle on, these little things he didn't realize he was relying on that are now missing. These people that'll offer up the right word he's looking for or pick up the phone when it's five a.m. and he can't stand to lay in bed a second longer.
Now he's just got a rabbit, which he's thankful for, mind you, but which isn't the same.
"So did your owner give you a name or...?" Because rabbits are animals kept as pets, and this one socializes with people, so clearly it's been a pet once.
i'm sorry for the thing i have chosen to love
"Last time I tried it was six." They'd caught him because one of the staplers went wide and clattered off something on the rig, which completely blew up his spot. He'd spent a solid half-hour pilfering them, too, on account of them being just the right shape and weight to be super satisfying to chuck into the void. "But I got more of them since then. Kind of built up a stash, you know, always prepared. I'm thinking of maybe making that my motto."
He gives Bunny a weird look when Bunny tries to talk about the weather, a silent 'I don't give a shit about the weather'. There's small talk and then there's just being...Mac tries to think of the right word. Dennis would know. Separated from his friends he feels as if there are potholes he just keeps stumbling into and twisting his metaphorical ankle on, these little things he didn't realize he was relying on that are now missing. These people that'll offer up the right word he's looking for or pick up the phone when it's five a.m. and he can't stand to lay in bed a second longer.
Now he's just got a rabbit, which he's thankful for, mind you, but which isn't the same.
"So did your owner give you a name or...?" Because rabbits are animals kept as pets, and this one socializes with people, so clearly it's been a pet once.