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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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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."

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?"

Conan twitches slightly at the nickname.

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

Bugs smiles and shakes his head.

"Nnnnyope. Try again, kid."

"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."

"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."

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."

"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.

"Everything can be explained by logic."

Bugs chuckles and gestures towards Conan with his thumb, "Everything he says."

He taps his chin...time to abuse hammerspace. "Okay mac, explain this." He pulls out a typical toon prop. A large wooden mallet. From behind his back.

"...Who are you talking to?"

Conan's expression twitches. "Illusions. Tricks."

"No one."

That was one habit he wasn't to inclined to break. It seemed to distract people enough to warrant keeping in his repertoire. With a smirk he holds the mallet out to Conan.

"Hold dis, kid."

Conan ignores the rabbit as he peers behind him. How had that been accomplished?

Bugs just stares at the kid still smirking, "Yes?" There is literally nothing behind the rabbit. No pockets or devices. Just empty air and a fuzzy tail.

"Lose somethin'?"

Where did it come from?

Bugs just shakes his head and pulls out a carrot from behind Conan, "The same place dis did."

He chews thoughtfully as he steps carefully away from the kid. It was one thing to be watched for entertainment. It was a whole different ballgame when one was being watched for science.