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[kingshit_lloyd]

The bunnies were driving Lloyd up the fucking wall. They'd been around for almost two months now, during which they had gone from bald rat-like creatures to cute, fuzzy, and insufferable little bastards. They were too big to keep in the box all the time, and enjoyed chewing the fuck out of whatever piece of furniture unfortunate enough to cross

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[number97a413]

Miguel is just on his way to the compound, his and Shane's laundry bundled into one basket. It's a lot easier to tell when their shit is dirty now that they keep the clean clothes in those cubby-things instead of simply separating piles. He's just out the door when he sees Lloyd coming along the path.

See, it's not like he thinks Lloyd is particularly lazy or anything, but it's enough to raise Miguel's brow when the guy comes up carrying a box and...looking like he's talking to the contents. "The fuck's in there," he asks, head tilted back like he can better observe everything from that angle.

[kingshit_lloyd]

For the record, Lloyd wasn't talking to the bunnies for the sake of conversation; what he was doing was keeping the goddamn peace. Jack was huddled in one corner of the box, looking like he was real eager to enter witness protection, while Hoppy was chilling in the opposite side of the box, watching him with an unspoken threat (it was probably best left unspoken, since even the most malicious rabbits didn't sound terribly intimidating when they attempted bunny-speak). It was Lloyd's job to make sure Jack kept the one ear he had left, and so far, so good.

"Two fucks, actually," he corrected, holding the box out so Miguel could get a closer look. "And one of 'em is yours."

[number97a413]

"That so?" Leaning over the laundry basket to peer into the box, he's only moderately surprised at what he finds: more animals. At least they hadn't literally followed him home this time, and he can't say it isn't nice that Lloyd's offering.

"What happened to the spotted one," he asks, face screwed up in a sort of empathetic pain for the missing ear.

[kingshit_lloyd]

"You know how some people are fucked from the get-go?" Lloyd asked, and between the two of them, it was about as rhetorical as it got. "Well, I guess it's true for bunnies, too."

He dropped to a crouch and put the box on the ground, reaching into it to take the traumatized rabbit out; had to be slow and careful about it, because Jack got spooked real easily, even by bunny standards. "Wrong place, wrong time, shit luck," Lloyd summarized dryly. "Fuzzball number two tore it off."

Hoppy hadn't actually taken the whole ear off - just enough to make baby Jack scream like he was getting a chainsaw massage - but by the time Lloyd had gotten him to the gunslingers, there'd been nothing left to do but amputate. Just thinking about it made Lloyd a little nauseous.

[15_words]

Venturing out into public had resulted in JUST what Jaye had been trying to avoid: confrontation. Okay, nothing had ended BADLY. Incredibly AWKWARD in some cases, but nothing that would necessarily destroy the nice little status quo she had going on. So ultimately things ended on a high note.

That didn't mean she wasn't going to hide out in her trailer for another week or so.

It was too hot that day to just stay cooped up inside though, so she'd gone outside to lounge in an absurdly colored hammock she'd strung up. The clothes box had been NICE enough to give her an absurdly colored bikini to go with it, which she was wearing while passed out in her bed.

[kingshit_lloyd]

The awkward not-quite-lunch they'd shared a couple of days back hadn't been enough to keep Jaye off the rabbit list. Lloyd had been meaning to go see her, anyway. Now he had an excuse.

The bunny he'd chosen was stubborn little shit, with a freaky appetite and a habit of staying in one spot for hours without budging. Lloyd decided it'd suit her fine, once she got used to the idea of sharing space with a cute and fuzzy animal.

Yeah, maybe once Charlie's piglet got a pilot's license.

When Lloyd got to the hermit trailer, he found Jaye in a hammock, wearing a bikini, and that view alone justified the trip. She was in mid-nap, and Lloyd was suddenly faced with a dilemma. The rational part of him - or at least the part that enjoyed living - suggested he should wake her up and carefully introduce her to her new pet. But there was another force at work here -- the wild urge of a kid who would shove a firecracker up his nose just to see what happened

[15_words]

Jaye was way too comfortable for a little twitching to wake her. She started to wave her hand, thinking the whiskers were just a fly that landed on her face. But then there was a VOICE and her hand touched something FURRY and WARM.

"THE HELL!" she cried out, jumping backwards. Which... was kind of hard to do on a hammock, since it swung violently at the violent movement. Jaye had to grip the sides just to stay seated, and even then she ended up sliding of the hammock and onto her feet.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell Lloyd!"

[kingshit_lloyd]

Well, at least nobody's nose had gotten blown up.

Lloyd thought his head might be in danger of getting bitten off, though, if he didn't have a good answer to Jaye's question.

Unsurprisingly, he didn't.

But he couldn't bring himself to worry too much, since he was too busy snickering like a retarded hyena.

"Sorry, sleeping beauty," he got out, just barely, and even made a valiant attempt to look a little bit ashamed of himself. He wasn't, though, not really. "Just thought you should get used to the feeling, 'cause she's yours now."

[bennet_beauty]

Jane had heard tell of the strange little animals from Carwood when she had made one of her visits. It had driven her curiosity until she could not take a single day more without wishing to see the supposed animals. She made her way to Lloyd's door and smoothed her skirts out before knocking politely at the frame.

"Lloyd?" she gently called out. "Are you present?"

[kingshit_lloyd]

"Yeah, Janie, I'm right here," Lloyd called back; if he sounded a little distracted, it was because he was currently crouching over the bunny box, staring at it thoughtfully, in the middle of trying to figure out the logistics of this little business trip. He wondered if he needed to sedate the bunnies or bribe them or something, since he wasn't too sure they'd all come peacefully. "Come on in."

[bennet_beauty]

Jane took that as permission and allowed herself entry to a very strange sight. It could only be interpreted as very few things, but her forehead did pinch and furrow lightly as she took it all in. "...May I ask what is going on?" she lightly queried.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron was just putting away the last of her clean laundry when the knock sounded at the door. Sliding the drawer shut on her bureau, she answered the door and smiled brightly when she saw who it was.

"Hi there, sugar," she greeted, moving aside to let him in. She leaned up to kiss his jaw, and was about to make a sly little quip about an afternoon delight when she spotted what was in the box he was carrying. "Oh, how precious!"

[saikamai]

Cuthbert had been in an absolutely foul mood all afternoon, a combination of Cort's barking presence around the camp, his brief stay in the island jail and the particularly oppressive heat today. He was sitting on a stump, drawing out plans for Cort's treehouse (and ye gods, the sooner Bert could have his own back the better; he might even let Cort keep his now that it had been sullied and take this new one) while Alain split wood across the clearing.

Bert heard Lloyd coming down the path and looked up briefly, forcing a smile for him. "Hey," he muttered, then looked back down at his drawing, hand moving briskly over the paper with a stub of charcoal. He noticed the box, but wasn't feeling curious enough to ask. "What're you doing all the way over here?" Probably come to tell me Helen doesn't want to see me back at the club, he thought irritably.

[Bert, Lloyd, Al?]

[notwithmyhand]

Alain straightened as he saw Cuthbert shift out of the corner of his eye. He stopped his swing and turned to see Lloyd coming up the path. He looked down at his work, and with an overhand swing, split the rest of the log he'd been working. Wiping his forearm over his forehead, he let the axe rest against the wood pile and wiped his hands on his jeans.

"Hile, Lloyd," Alain greeted as he came to join them, sparing a glance for Cuthbert's roughly sketched plans. He didn't ask after them. Bert was in no mood for that.

[How about B-A-L?]