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My arch nemesis. The paper tube. 😠

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A flat bun

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March is actually the cutest.

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That Weird Girl

   Valid point, she thought. But then again, Io never knew how it would feel, since she did not experience that happening to her. Heck, she would admit that she never had a home before. Hence, which is why the brat did not know about tapping on an animal’s glassed home and how it seemed logical in the other’s comparison. 

   “Weeeeeell–” Io scratched the back of her head, giving a sheepish smile at the other before stretching her arms above her. “If someone oughta’ do that, I’d probably greet them, oooor give ‘em a tap on the window too!” She added, obviously being an enthusiastic little one about the conversation they were having. But really though, she would probably do that – if she ever had a home. 

   With her eyes shifting their attention towards the little animals, the brat beamed and leaned closer to the glass home with her hands pressed on the clear surface of the glass gently, seeing how adorable they were moving around since the tapping stopped. Well, maybe the other was right about what he said. “Hey hey buddy – What if we leaned close to the glass with funny faces though? Would that do the trick? Would that make animals love us moooooooore?”

Geez, this girl was odd, but he was odd himself, so it wasn’t      like he could judge.

                “I suppose making faces won’t do anything.                I’m sure they’d think funny of you, but it’s                                not like it’d annoy them.”

Children’s faces squished against glass were honestly terribly funny. So her making faces would actually be funny. Though,      he was sure the hamsters would think she’s crazy.

               “You know, if you ask, you can probably                                          feed them.”

Not many people asked to feed the animals, mostly because they thought they couldn’t. But some of these places let you, just as some of them let you hold them. It depended on the store though. Some places were extremely strict about that, others were lenient and liked to make customers happy. And it also helped cheer up the animals. Some of them looked forward to being held and petted by the humans. Some of them, not so much, but he was sure most of the hamsters liked being held, as they just had this look to them. He didn’t know the hamsters as well as he did rabbits, but he surely      could tell certain things about them.

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Oh ... oh geez. This was not what he wanted. Being the curious rabbit he was, he’d ended up getting his head stuck. Hands pushed against the wall to no avail. Why did he have to get his head stuck? It didn’t help that he was stuck in his ‘in between’ form. His ears were not helping his situation at all. His hat hid them, but that didn’t meant they weren’t there. They were the reason      his head was stuck in this stupid wall.

He could only hope that someone would help him. He didn’t really want to wait until he was able to transform into his rabbit form. That and, he couldn’t exactly see if there were people around, so even if he was to transform, people could see and he didn’t want that either.

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Why was he being stared at? Why was this guy staring at him? Was his hat slipping? Was his tail showing? No, no, it wasn’t. So why was      this guy staring? 

                                      Please don’t stare. 

Not that the guy could hear that, but still.

                  “You know, it’s incredibly rude to stare.”

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Mrah lazy town

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Farm life by Heather Theede

Goodnight!

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Kind Man

Another one of her migraines…  At this point, Hatori hardly had a clue what to prescribe Akito these days.  Herbal or medicinal, controlled or not controlled, her migraines seemed to get worse with each passing day.  For now, he had prescribed a slightly larger dosage of her current medication.  With some sleep, it should help.  Or at least he hoped that it would at least lessen the migraine’s extremes.

He took his time as he walked back to his home.  Pulling out a cigarette, he lit it and smoked for a bit.    While he /appreciated/ any time spent with his God, a smoke break was usually in order afterwards.  It wasn’t her fault that her migraines put her in an ill mood, but a dragon could only take so much.

After finishing the cigarette, he crushed it, picked it up, and returned home.  He found a trash can and threw away the cigarette butt in there. He was walking back to his office when he noticed some carrots on the ground.  A slight frown crossed his face as he kneeled down and picked them up.  That bunny must have been getting into more trouble.  It was a bit mischevious.  It reminded him of Momiji.  Taking out his phone, he sent a quick message to his son.  

[Text]: I hope you are well.  Please take care of yourself.

Hatori’s way of saying he missed Momiji.  He replaced his phone into his pocket before following the bunny’s crumbs.  Where could that rabbit have gone?  A-ha!  He found it next to the bookshelves in the living room. Well, at least the rabbit wasn’t causing any damage in here, so Hatori sat down on the floor and stretched out his legs.  Possibly the most relaxed anyone would see him.  "I brought your carrots,“ he shook his hand. 

Marron turned his head as he heard footsteps, ears turning this way and that, trying to figure out if it was the man or someone else. When finally seeing the man again, he went back to nibbling on      the carrot he had. 

Watching as the man sat down, he’d drop the carrot he had and hopped over to grab one out of the man’s hand. He wondered how long he could keep this up. Eventually, the man would either throw him out, or find out what he really was. He couldn’t keep this up for long, especially since he still didn’t have a lot of control over      his transformations.

Nibbling on the carrot he took, he soon dropped it as he hopped over to the books. Sniffing, he tried to figure out more on this man. Books picked up many scents. They smelled of cigarettes, cologne, and other rabbits. There was also this odd lavender scent. It most definitely wasn’t this man’s scent. He probably had someone coming      over often who smelled of such.

Deciding to explore a bit, Marron pushed his way into the bookshelf. Behind the books was a bit dusty, but otherwise it was nice. After a bit, he peeked out towards the man between the books. Wiggling his nose, he noticed a carrot on the edge of the bookcase. Reaching a paw out, he’d try to get it, unfortunately, rabbit paws were not the best      thing to grab carrots with.

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This completely open door is totally trapping me inside