ACTION 07

[hamburellakind]

[So, having finally decided to make good on his hopbeast promise to Terezi, John finally returns to his room after a few days...well, not in the room his mirror infected with his cake fumes. It is only then that he sees his closet has been locked.

Oh. Okay.

Time to knock on Dave's door!]

Daaaaave! Why is there a lock on my closet?

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[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave is chilling in his room, mixing some music. He doesn't hear the knock, but he does hear John's voice yelling for him. The blond takes off the headphones, and goes to open the door.]

Hey, Egbert. What did you want?

[hamburellakind]

Hi Dave! Um, there's a padlock on my closet. Do you, uh, know why that is?

[urnewkingbitch]

[Pad...oh, right.]

Right, forgot about that. Yeah, lemme just get the key.

[Dave gestures for him to come in, since...he forgot where he put the stupid key.]

Basically, your mirror was spyin' on me through a hole in the wall he made. He tried to make another one, so I locked your closet and confiscated that damn drill of his.

[hamburellakind]

...Okay! That's...I'm sorry!

[John feels like he should throw some big apology party over that guy. Sheesh.]

I'll fix the hole later. Once my closet is open I've gotta get a present for Terezi.

[urnewkingbitch]

Don't worry about it. It's not like you were the one peepin'.

[At least Dave won't hold it against John.]

What're you gettin' Terezi?

[hamburellakind]

She asked for a rabbit like the other ones and I figured it'd be better to get it from my own closet, right?

[That makes sense, right? Whatever.]

[urnewkingbitch]

I guess. Avoidin' your room like the plague, are we, Egbert? It's not like you're gonna catch your mirror's desperation.

[Key get!]

Got it.

[hamburellakind]

Science hasn't proven that yet. And I was more weirded out by how everything smells like cake anyway.

[John leads the way back to his room, and if he was the hopbeast it would be more obvious that he's sniffing the air, suspicious that there might still be some cake hiding somewhere.]

[urnewkingbitch]

Just grab some air fresheners or somethin'. Make it smell like pine or some shit instead.

[He follows along, and he can't help noticing that and make a jab at it.]

Should I give you a carrot and ask what's up, Doc?

[Dave walks over to the closet.]

[hamburellakind]

[>.>]

I am the bunny. It's me.

I'll make this room smell amazing, yeah. Anything that doesn't smell like Betty Crocker sounds good to me.

[urnewkingbitch]

[Need to represent the Loony Toons, man.]

Right, I'll be sure to call you Bugs...or Lola.

[He messes with the combination, and luckily for John he remembers it.]

Anything but baked goods and the Batter Witch.

[hamburellakind]

Jade can be Lola. If anyone is Bugs, it's me.

[John bounces over to the closet once Dave's gotten the lock off and opens the door, fully prepared to retrieve his...bunny.

Uh.

Whoops!

John returns from the dark of the closet holding a hopbeast of this persuasion.]

Okay, this isn't what I expected.

[urnewkingbitch]

[Dave stares at the small, very alive, definitely-not-a-plush bunny. And inwardly coos at how cute it is.]

...Hope you know how to take care of a rabbit, Egbert.

[hamburellakind]

[There are inward coos everywhere.]

Uh...actually he's Terezi's present. Or, uh, she?

[John tries to check.]

H...how do you tell with bunnies?

[urnewkingbitch]

[Cough.]

Depends on how old it is. Also, the process of figurin' out what sex a rabbit is, is somethin' not for your virgin mind, Egbert. I'm pretty sure that the answer will cause a rupture.

[hamburellakind]

Well, if you know how to figure it out, you check.

[He extends the rabbit towards Dave, its belly out and its legs hanging. Inspect as you please, Dave.]