vatheon | [ ♑ ] don't get up

who: the grand highblood & you
where: someplace between the ordo neighborhood and the plaza.
when: march 3rd, early evening.
style: any is fine
status: open

The highblood didn't sleep much.

Not that being in Vatheon changed that much, he just didn't sleep much in general. He found himself awake early in the evening, and had kicked all of his bedding out of the way in slight frustration. While this hive he picked out wasn't bad in its accommodations and size, he had very little use for a lot of the things inside it. Everything and anything that he didn't need was unceremoniously dumped outside, while things he could use were tossed into a huge pile in the middle of the living room. Lots of walls and doorways were demolished, literally just ripped right out, seeing as he couldn't fit through the majority of them.

The hive itself was only used as a place for rest and sleep, so once that was done with, he exited. It was already dark enough and noticed the weird mark on his arm glowing, which...didn't bother him much anymore. With no particular destination in mind, he walked, not being particularly tactful in his movements, but not making a big show of it. Way too early for any sort of attention.

Then suddenly, the highblood swayed, and stopped abruptly in his tracks. He looked down at the ground, eyes open wide, unable to snap himself out of this strange trance. The troll was but a statue, stock still, scarcely breathing.

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The highblood didn't see Bugs at first, but the noise made his eyes suddenly swivel downwards, their stares meeting immediately. He would've grinned and attempted to squish the 'rabbit' with his foot, but he couldn't even bring himself to budge his leg. Why was this happening to him? He's never felt such fear before, not in hundreds of sweeps, anyway. Not only was it just a strange nostalgic feeling to experience fear again, but it was incredibly irrational.

Unable to actually think of anything intelligent to say at the moment, he shook his head as if to try and clear his mind. "Tricks?" He practically hisses.

Bugs was prepared to zip off but GH's reaction was off. The rabbit scratched his ear and leaned his elbow on the edge of his rabbit hole. "Yeah, tricks. Like, what's cookin'? How are tings back on the farm?"

He shrugged and leaned back, "Or nyah, what's up, doc?" He squinted a bit at the troll. Something was wrong but he didn't know the other guy well enough to tell immediately what it was.

Well, perhaps he couldn't move his feet but his arm was fully functional. Unfortunately, Bugs was too close to the ground for the highblood to even reach him if he wanted, what with having to bend his knees or lean forward, which felt too much like falling for his comfort.

There...really wasn't much he could do in this particular position. His leg muscles just simply refused to listen to him, so he breathed out heavily to try and calm his mind, perhaps if he focused on something else, the feelings in his legs would return again.

"Nothing of any motherfucking importance, motherfucker," he sneered, straightening his back and shoulders.

Bugs watches the troll carefully. Yeap. Something just wasn't adding up. Throwing caution to the wind he pulled himself out of his rabbit hole. Now, Bugs knew a 'villain' when he saw one. Especially a dangerous one but Bugs was also a good guy. Funny how those two talents always seemed to land him in trouble.

"Ya sure you're alright?" He drew closer, looking GH up and down. "Unless you trolls go around lookin' like ya saw a ghost at all hours a da night."

Don't get too close, Bugs. He kind of stinks! He scowled at the remark about his face, bringing a hand up to feel around. Not that his fingertips could actually recognize a look of fear in the first place.

"You have knowledge about the motherfucking species, hopbeast?"

He hangs around with Pepe. Stink is nothing.

"Geeze doc, I tink we need ta find ya some Eau de Perfume or somethin'."

Doesn't mean he's not gonna mention it however. He taps his fingers against empty air and just sort of glares at nothing in particular. Hopbeast. Again.

"Rabbit." Okay smell has been gotten used to and he's stepping a little bit closer. Gads, this kid is huge!

"And no. I ain't ever met a troll before you and Lysunder so I thought I'd ask." He's trying to be nice here. Or at least accommodating. "I don't repeat jokes so soon but...what's really up, doc?"

The highblood disregards the correction with a snort. He certainly is not going to change his ways of calling creatures by their rightful names any time soon! He has no idea who the fuck Lysunder is, but the thought is easily dismissed as 'unimportant'.

"Why don't you motherfucking take a closer step and find out?" He tilts his head slightly, orange eyes narrowing.

It's only right in some weird alternate universe. Bugs does not buy it. Bugs rubs his nose, making a show of looking GH up and down. Really there was nothing that the huge troll could do to Bugs that the rabbit couldn't shake off. And it had been so long since he'd been a pest.

The bunny shrugs, "Eh, I'll regret it in da mornin'." So saying he steps closer, standing at the end of those clown feet. He looks up and leans back until the tips of his ears touch the ground, "Someone's been eatin' der vitamins."

((oocL permission to have Bugs climb into GH's hair XD?))

[ooc: rksdlsd let's hope he can manage to dodge all of highblood's attacks... :3]

Being looked over didn't bother the highblood any, just waiting until the creature neared. He's so close that his arm could just swing out casually and snatch him up by the ears. It's tempting until the ears suddenly swing back out of sight as the rabbit leans back to stare up at him.

Such a little pest, annoying as fuck, but goofy and amusing in its own right. A knuckle pops on his right hand as he clenches his fist and shifts his fingers around.

"All motherfucking colors of the rainbow, motherfucker." He grins, mostly referring to the blood colors (not that he actually eats trolls, but it's a sick joke, and he loves those). Then without as so much as a warning, his hand swings towards him, ready to snatch him up.

((ooc: do as you wish >3 the bunny can take it! mwehehehe))

Yanking of ears is very rude. It might not do much but it still hurts a rabbit's pride.

"If flyin' monkeys show up, I'm callin' dis a dream and layin' off carrot juice and apples before be-YIPE!" He heard that pop and looked back in time to see that other hand coming towards him. He ducks down, his body seeming to puddle onto the floor and then bounce back to normal once the hand has passed over.

"Hey! What was dat for?"

The highblood nearly chokes on his laugh, watching the rabbit quite comically puddle to the floor and spring back like a rubbery substance. Amazing and...highly amusing. He reaches for him again, large palm looming over the vermin to capture him once more.

"What the motherfuck was what for?" He inquires mockingly, grinning widely at him as his hand swipes again like a cat batting at its prey.

When the hand comes back a second time, Bugs jumps up. A little cloud of dust in his wake before he seems to float down. "Don't get grabby, mac. I wrinkle easily."

Of course, and Bugs gulps to himself as he notices, comedy works in threes. So when that hand comes back a third time he has no choice but to get caught in the giant hand. He wriggles a little to get comfortable before just grinning up at the troll. The toon frees his arms with an audible pop and shrugs.

"So you caught a rabbit. What now, gruesome?" Go ahead.

[ ♑ ] don't get up

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