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[hecklinghare]

Who: Bugs Bunny OPEN
Where: Forest, by his rabbit hole
When: March 3rd mid-morning through afternoon
Style: Prose but I can match you!
Status: OPEN

One would think that a guy who walked around 'naked' would never have need to do laundry. Well, you'd be wrong mac because that's what Bugs was doing on this lovely morning. Only now he was outside, hanging up bed sheets and his night cloths. Also some towels he'd found earlier that week in the market. His ears were tucked under a wrap to keep them clean and he was singing out loud to himself. Hey, it was a hard habit to break.

"Peanuts~ If you ain't got bananas don't be blue. Der's peanuts in a little bag ta call to you." He finished with a bed sheet and stepped back with a nod before picking up something else.

"Through every city, town an country lane, da peanut vendor sings his little strain." The basket started to get emptier and the cloths line fuller. "Boy...it's times like dis dat I miss my old rabbit hole. Dat Californy sun woulda had dis stuff dry hours ago."

He stretched and sat down, leaning against the pole of the cloths line. A banjo comes out and he finishes the song, "If an apple keeps da doctor from your door, Peanuts oughtta keep him back a little more~ Peanuts, we'll meet again, da da da, dis street again, da da da we'll meet again."

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[theinfamous1412]

Kaito has spent the better part of his time in vatheon so far pretending to be the great Detective Shinichi Kudo. Something that was far more exhausting than he ever thought it would be. Sure it was as easy as putting gell in his hair to disguise hilself as the guy but they were so different that his personality had completely drained the poor kid. He had to get away for a while and just be himself. At the same time, he needed to ensure he didn't run into the little brat with glasses or anyone else that might recognize him.

He ducked out of his house in disguise and once he was sure he was safe he messed up his hair so that it returned to it's unruly, spiky state. Far more natural than... what ever Kudo called that. He lets out a heavy sigh and leans against a tree to collect his thoughts. Maybe he should see about getting another apartment or something to just hide out in when he didn't feel like being Kudo. He could put it under a different name- a name like... A.L.

His thoughts on the matter are disrupted however, as he hears someone singing. Someone singing with a weird accent. Right. Well, it's probably not a good idea to make contact with anyone while he wasn't in disguise... but he's curious as to who would be out in the forest and moves over closer until he catches sight of a rabbit. A rabbit? Doing laundry. Well. Now he's seen everything.

"A dryer works much faster."

[hecklinghare]

The sudden voice startles him and Bugs hits a sour note. A wince and string pop before he turns to stare at the human that came from no where. He tosses the banjo aside and simply stares at Kaito.

"Ya ever try ta get a dryer down a rabbit hole, mac?"

Now what was a human doing way out here? Without a gun or goofy hat?

[theinfamous1412]

"Of course not-but surely there's a Laundromat somewhere in town." He shrugs. "If they're just giving the houses away I can't imagine they'd charge you at a laundromat. But, then again-this place is kinda weird." Kind of being a vast under-statement.

Bugs would be happy to know that this human isn't remotely dangerous at the moment. He's just a seventeen year old kid looking to escape the pressure he's placed on himself. And, he's only dangerous to those that are foolish enough to tick him off.

[hecklinghare]

Have a face of absolute horror, "Kid, I ain't mixin' my sheets wit whatever crazy stuff people get stuck wit in this place. I seen some weird tings and...well, dis way I know what's on 'em."

But he does agree with the 'weird' sentiment. The local populace gives Bugs the heebie jeebies. Not to mention the whole worshiping a rock thing.

"So, besides spyin' on poor defenseless rabbit's...what's up doc?"

[theinfamous1412]

"Well, can't blame you for being cautious, I suppose." He just shrugs, wondering what this rabbit could have seen that could get on sheets. ...Maybe he didn't want to know.

"I'm not spying, I just happen to overhear you. And other than that, I'm just trying to get a breath of fresh air- you know, alone time?"

[hecklinghare]

Blink and staring at Kaito for a moment with the most sarcastic and slightly smug look on his face, "Kid you're lucky dis thing's rated PG."


He shrugs and stands up, taking the turban off and just sort of tossing it aside. "Eh, this place ain't home. Yet. I dunno what'll happen around here." So he hasn't been tossing pies or anvils around all willy nilly. Of course caution is something he is in short supply.

"Sorry for being suspect, mac, usually humans ain't in the great outdoors for rest and relaxation."

[theinfamous1412]

"Just because some people have lost the ability to appreciate majestic nature doesn't mean we all have." He raises an eyebrow at that and side steps the comment on ratings. He's been shot at on several occasions. He can handle worse than PG... but what exactly did that mean?

"Actually-" With a small pop there's suddenly a dove in his hand which he moves gracefully to his shoulder. "I'm rather fond of mother nature." He says as the dove nuzzles against his cheek.

[hecklinghare]

Oh. A magician. Great.

Bugs clapped a bit, watching the dove more then the kid. "Looks like it's fond of you too." He doesn't seem too impressed, Kaito, he's just being polite. The kid hadn't done anything yet to deserve being the butt of a Bugs joke.

[theinfamous1412]

It's a pretty amateur trick so Kaito's not insulted by his lack of amazement- especially since Kaito knows he's capable of so much better than a randomly appearing dove. He gently strokes his feathered friend's feathers fondly. "Of course he does. I make it a point not to mistreat animals. It just kinda makes me feel sick to my stomach." The dove coos and he turns his attention back to the rabbit. "A Magician that doesn't treat animals kindly isn't really much of a magician-at least, that's what I think."

[modernholmes]

This last week had not been pleasant. He hadn't even had time to fully consider the ramifications of Kid's appearance here (and the thief's choice of disguise) before he'd been completely blindsided by his sudden illness. For a week he hadn't been capable of getting out of bed. Much less managing damage control and keeping tabs on his rival.

So today, when at last he'd been able to get past Ran's insistence on resting, Conan's first move was to find somewhere where he could just sit by himself and think.

Only to encounter this. He stops in his steps and stares blankly at this sight.

"Maybe I'm not as recovered as I thought."

[hecklinghare]

Bugs blinks and stares back at the kid. It wasn't usual to get visitors out here, especially not kids. Of course he knew that kids could still be dangerous. Inner shudder for a second before he leans on his elbow against the banjo.

"What's up, short stuff?"

[modernholmes]

Conan twitches slightly at the nickname.

"This is a fever dream, isn't it."

[hecklinghare]

Bugs smiles and shakes his head.

"Nnnnyope. Try again, kid."

[modernholmes]

"Rabbits do not talk." Conan's tone isn't quite as convinced as his words would suggest. "Your size is technically possible. The largest rabbit ever recorded was 4 feet, three inches long. But their bone structure is not suited for walking. Or doing laundry."

[hecklinghare]

"Sure we don't." He waggles his eyebrows and tosses the banjo away off-screen. "You're jus' talkin' to a figament of your imagination."

He pushes himself up and walks towards Conan. A carrot now in his hand he leans a little forward, "I'm on'y three and a half feet tall, doc."

[modernholmes]

Conan cranes his neck a little to look up. At three feet tall he was even shorter than the rabbit.

"It's the most logical explanation."

[hecklinghare]

"Logic?" He blinks and shakes his head, "Nu-uh. Try again." Logic was the last thing one needed to use when dealing with a toon. Much less one partly created by Tex Avery of all humans.

[crackpotcrocker]

Denzel was making of his rare get out and social moments around the Bubble. After all, if he was going to learn anything about his place he would have to unfortunately run into other people. Crocker hadn't ventured far when he heard someone singing...Something... "That tune sounds vaguely familair..." Before being appalled at the joy, "Who the heck is singing - that?...."

[hecklinghare]

Geez, everyone's a critic. Bugs wrinkled his nose and turned to look straight at Crocker. "I'm singin'. Who else would it be."

Wow...Bugs blinked a little as he took in the human. They were just gettin' weirder looking every year.

[crackpotcrocker]

Denzel keeps staring and staring, "Aren't you a freak of nature. A talking rabbit." Before letting out a slight crazy laugh, "A talking rabbit." Another and longer crazy, "A TALKING RABBIT!" Before Crocker begins gnawing on his shirt collar.

[hecklinghare]

"What's wit all the starin'? Ain't you ever seen a-" He startled when Crocker yells. The banjo falls with a clang and Bugs automatically looks to where a camera would be.

Oh right. That's not a thing here...

He shakes his head and looks a bit concerned, "Hey uh, mac...if ya hungry I got some carrot cake in da ice box."

[crackpotcrocker]

Denzel continues eye twitching for another moment or two, till the insanity runs out at least. Denzel looks over at the non existing 4th wall with Bugs, "Who was he looking at?"

Pause, "Huh? Why are you assuming I'm hungry?"

[hecklinghare]

"Well why else would a maroon be wonderin' out here." He pulls a carrot out and starts munching thoughtfully, "Didn't think dis place would have a huntin' season."

Great. Like murder happy psychos weren't enough, now he has to deal with trigger happy hunters again?

[crackpotcrocker]

"...There aren't any fairies to hunt... Although.. I CAN STILL SMELL THEM!"

Pause, "Just getting to know the neighbor, yes."

[hecklinghare]

"Hold on, doc." He points up at Crocker, "You...hunt. Faeries." No, that isn't a smirk trying to poke out.

"Like little tiny humans wit wings?"