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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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"A cross dressing rabbit... maybe a jewel that cries isn't so far-fetched after all." He regards the costume with amusement as the whole bizarreness of the whole situation isn't lost on him at all. He clears his throat before stepping back and pulling the white cloth over himself again-this time when it's tucked away he's no longer in the flawless disguise of the young maid but a full grown man.

"I can become anyone I choose." He's changed his voice again, this time it's gruff, matching the appearance of his disguise.

"A...jewel dat cries?" Bugs is about to ask when suddenly the dame is gone and another guy shows up in her place. The rabbit leans forward again with a small hum.

"Ya eyebrows." He says out loud, mostly from habit, "Dat's what stays da same." And the shape of his eyes but Bugs'll keep that one to himself for now.

"You'd make a heck of an actor kid."

"Hm?" He blinks, touching were Nakamori's eyebrows should be-did he forget something? Ah well... not like he was in the middle of a heist. With another swoosh of his cloak the original boy with spikey hair returns. "While I do love the theatre- I much prefer smoke and mirrors."

"Eh, never mind." He just shrugs. "Smoke an mirrors. Gee, I never really got dat part of the magic act." He gives a vague gesture that's supposed represent a hat.

"Just the whole 'grab the ears and tug' sort of thing."