Delicate things are pretty - cute, even,
but you are not delicate.
You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.
Oh dear, I really hadn’t meant to bring up any bad memories. But the way he abruptly clamors to his feet and shakes the dirt from his rump, I know I’ve hit on a rather sore spot. Oops, it seems I’m destined to stick my foot in my mouth tonight.
Scrambling to my feet, I slip beside him in a rather poor attempt to halt is imminent escape. I really don’t want him to leave quite yet. I have rather been enjoying our somewhat odd conversation, and, well, he’s kinda cute. Even as awkward and shy as he is. But then he stops and looks back at me, and I nearly glow. Well, at least on the inside. It seems we may be getting somewhere after all, and that makes me absurdly happy.
With an encouraging smile, I tilt my head slightly as I blink mildly at him. And then he tells him his deep, dark secret. For a moment, I simply stare at him, almost waiting for him to reveal something… else. And then I bite my lip, hard, to keep from giggling. Not because of what he had revealed, but because he seems to think it is something shameful.
I mean, I have a third eye. Turning into a bunny and having fangs is downright cool compared to that. I can barely suppress the grin that wants to stretch my lips, but I’m sure my eyes must be twinkling like something else. Finally, after several deep breaths, I reply.
“Really? I… well, I mean, I like bunnies. They are super cute and, um… can I see?” Ducking my head a bit, peer at him through my lashes once again, offering a beguiling smile. “Pretty please?”
Giohde