Fizzing Legacy (Otherwise Untitled)
The rabbit's ears perked a bit as he heard the crisp clicking of the panther opening another can of dozamen soda brew. ~ "that stuff tastes like burnt transmission oil smells, you know?"
Waiting for Rescue (Otherwise Untitled)
~ slinking back towards breakfast, the bunny consoles herself, "another day without the need for pants."
Refuge In Refraction: Chapter Three
A rabbit could run over twenty nine miles in one hour at their slowest, but a raccoon, a slower creature, could only run about fifteen miles an hour.
Abandoned Mine with Appreciated Gems (Otherwise Untitled)
The rabbit tromped her way patiently along the corridors, checking each door's label plate in turn.
FnaJ 2 (part4!)
Night 4. 12:00 A.M. \*Ring\* \*ring\* "hello, is this recording?... Guys! Stop hiding SpringJack! I can't even find him!" "you know what... If he was the only one, you would have to deal with him!" \*whispering\* "And maybe I'll take-out some more...
Company of Travel (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the rabbit glanced up, "oh, those little strawberry foam pies they make. i loved the taste and price of those things; probably ate too many, if i admit. you?"
Filling the Role - Part 1
"you trust me, don't you, honey bunny?" tim gave the rabbit his best doe-eyes, and was happy to see they worked like always, making benjamin smirk and shake his head. "now, the vest, and then your shoes!"
Lonely Oak Chapter 109 - Horseplay
"it's got a magnet-program," the rabbit explained.
A New Year
"fuck you," he spat back before turning to a giggling bunny. again, he felt torn by how much he wanted to impress the rabbit in front of him while another part of him wanting to run away.
Movie Night
Happy with his choice, he went back to the living room where he found the rabbit drinking a beer. -"no." murray said as he held the shirt with one hand and the rabbit's hand with the other.
The First Hard Steps
She had slid over beside the bunny, and brought one of her paws to set itself on his thigh. the bunny jumped up from the table, spilling his things out on the ground.
The Vixen 1: Trapped
At the questioning over the named owl, the rabbit would stay silent, keeping to his own thoughts: his current situation was scary enough, between a rabbit-eating fox and a rabbit-eating cat. . . he didn't want to think about giant rabbit-eating owls.