BUNNY 。００１
Who: Barnaby and YOU. maybe. hopefully.
Where: A street in Somni's business district.
Style: I'll follow!
Status: Open!
( possibly spilery for episodes up to 12. )
Where: A street in Somni's business district.
Style: I'll follow!
Status: Open!
( possibly spilery for episodes up to 12. )
But when he sees that familiar face turn the corner, you better believe that that goofy grin of his is going to be plastered all over his face. Bunny's presence here has been the first shred of good news since his arrival, since Ivan didn't exactly show up in the best state of his life.
It was one bad thing after another, but seeing his partner just broke that mould.]
Oi, Bunny! [A friendly shout, before he's sprinting up to him. His arm waves excitedly over his head in greeting, the other secures his hat in place.] Took you long enough to show up!
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He'd been approaching, to say the least, a comfortable, trusting level with the old man. But that was gone, he reminded himself sharply. That was stupidity.]
There's absolutely no sign of others here, beyond the three of us?
[Others being their fellow heroes, or their superiors.
Or Ouroboros.]
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Not according to that phone thing. It updates all the time, though.
[He kicks a stone at his feet roughly, and as it goes skittering across the pavement, he can't help but wonder who will show up, and when they'll show up.
If Jake was still alive for his partner and Origami, then he's even fair game.]
Bunny, you really should come live with us. [He'll probably never stop pressing.] It'd be safer.
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Barnaby's well aware that Tiger would probably never stop pressing. And how he hates having to concede that the old man is making a logical and reasonable point.]
Lead the way, then, old man.
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Wait. Really?
[He's got a look on his face that just screams "did I hear that right?" and "wow, that was easy" before he grins and excitedly takes his partner's wrist once more in his hand.]
We're going the wrong way, then.
[He begins to guide Barnaby in the other direction. They're close, that's indicated in how he so eagerly seems to know where he's going.
Just hang tight, partner.]
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So he's quick enough to free his wrist from Kotetsu's grip, shoving the hand into his pocket as if to dissuade further attempts to grab hold.]
Don't look so excited about it. [Partially because he's angry and patrially because he fails to understand why his partner would be excited.]
I didn't say I'd be living with you. [In light of everything that's happened, it's deceptively easy to forget about broken trust, particularly when Kotetsu is as irritating as ever. But Barnaby isn't the type to let go of such things.
He shakes his head and walks on.]
I'll look at the area and the building.
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His partner pulls back once more, and Kotetsu merely sighs and jams his own hands in his pockets. He's going to have to get used to this. The Barnaby he had dealt with would have probably kindly removed his wrist with a simple "stop that, Kotetsu"... not rip himself free.
He needs to be less touchy-feely. Less cheery. He'll try remember to do that.]
What's wrong with excitement? You could benefit from some. [Because Kotetsu knows best, clearly.
At the rejection of his offer, and his partner's ever changing mind, he huffs a breath, perhaps a little dramatically.]
It'll be up to your standards, I considered a lot of things when I picked it.
[That's said almost defensively. Like he firmly believes that he made a great choice here. Whatever the case, they arrive at the apartment building and he pulls the door open, gesturing for the other to enter.]
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[He deadpans, because Kotetsu most certainly does not know best. There's an edge to his voice, terse - he can't bring himself to adapt to this, not yet. He's powerless to change this, just as he was powerless for such a long time before.
And of all the people, it's Tiger he's stuck with.
(But then, the list of people Barnaby could put his trust in was short indeed.)
He has to think, but he has no idea where to begin. And besides, the old man has a habit of throwing off sensibility.]
Is that meant to say something in its favour? [He retorts, dryly - though he concedes privately that the building looks nice, if nothing else. The area is good, and ironically not far from where he woke up.
Stepping inside, his steps slow as he starts looking around.]
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[He's so overly confident in his choice, and it bleeds into his voice. He really hadn't noticed all the building's features at first, his only brilliant idea being the one in which he decided to get one of the largest suites available.
But the building had a gym, and other bonuses, and only after having taken up residence had he learned that it was one of the higher end apartment complexes in the city.
His first choice had been the best choice. That's instinct, for you.
At that dry retort, he huffs his overly dramatic huff.]
If my word isn't enough for you, then take a look for yourself.
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Damn it.
Still, something else has occurred to him, and when he faces Kotetsu directly again, he lowers his voice.]
There are people already living in this city, aren't there?
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He's snapped out of his prideful moment by the question, and he turns to blink at the blonde, the point to the question flying over his head.
He gives the other a strange look, caught between confusion and questioning his colleague's eyesight.]
Well, we're definitely not the only people living here, Bunny... didn't you see the other people?
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Don't be so obtuse. I can see that, old man.
[With a minute sigh, he cools somewhat.]
We came here from our home. There are others that have done the same. But not everyone. Some of these people are from here.
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You mean they're native?
[He takes the time to look around at the mix of people in the building lobby, all of which look relatively normal. Not unlike the people he's spoken to during his few days, all of which were from other worlds as well.
He lifts the hand at his nose to rest on his forehead, and he exhales heavily.]
I'd rather not think about that. It's all weird enough as it is.
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You need to stop worrying so much. No one knows anything, okay? [A pause, before he tacks on:] You'll just drive yourself crazy thinking about it.
[He places a hand on his partner's shoulder, his grip firm and grounding.]
We'll figure something out somehow.
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But he concedes that losing his temper isn't going to help matters. His face becomes an impressive picture of calm, but his words remain a little curt, as he all but bites each one out.]
Why don't you finish showing me around, old man.
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