The Park, Wednesday evening

[willbethenight]

Bruce's evening run had been going more or less according to plan, unless you counted the number of rabbit orgies he had to avoid or at least make a point to avert his eyes from. It was weird. And creepy. And it just looked confusing

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[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had a far more permanent and (even with her lack of cooking skills) tasty way of dealing with the current problem. She was also headed back to the dorms when she ran into Bruce.

"What happened to you?" Ignore the fact the hems of her hideous pants were looking a touch more ragged than they had this morning.

[willbethenight]

"A rabbit got my ankles," Bruce said, very simply since he was in such a delightful mood right now.

[wrongkindofsith]

"These two tried that," she Cara, gesturing to her load. "Didn't work."

She was not this far from giggling, she was very sympathetic, really. "Need a hand?"

[willbethenight]

"I think I can somehow manage getting back with minor ankle injuries," Bruce said. "Especially since now I know to watch out for the rabbits."