“Bunny…?”
The figure would reach out to the fake ears. A soft caress with dark finger tips. Its own body adapting to create matching ears.
“Drinks. To dine. Is that.. acceptable?”
Its speech wasn’t perfect but it was attempting to speak nevertheless.
Σηтιту Цηηαмє∂
"Bunny Saturday?"
"Well, it's not an actual trend, but I had to punch some hours at the Casino today"
"Anyway, how can this bunny help out patreon?"
