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[So by now you're all probably relatively used to weird little creatures running around in place of your residents, eh Manor?]

[Well today you receive a blue and yellow bunny-looking thing-- a Minun, for anyone who may be familiar with the origin of these strange little animals --with a mop of blue hair, and a ridiculous blue article attached to his neck that somewhat resembles a windsock. Since he can't quite get it up over his ears, you can't tell immediately that it's normally a hood.]

[He's standing up on his toes, reaching in vain toward... Well, it's hard to tell. It could be the doorknob (plausible), it could be the name plaque reading Zoosmell Pooplord near the door of a room that wasn't always labeled (accurate)... Or, you know. He could just be beating his tiny little blue paw against the door for the hell of it.]

[Who knows.]

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... [ Pfffff. ]

So, what. You're gonna try and cover it up?

I'm gonna scratch it out and put my real name there. I don't really want people knocking on my door asking after a Zoosmell, or Mr. Pooplord.

[ He's curious if his door has the same, but waves a paw. ]

All right, gimme a boost up. I think I know how to get you up there.

[Blink.]

...'kay. [Brb attempting to figure out how a boost up works in bunnyform.]

... here just. Turn around and let me up on your back.

[ Attempting to do some whacky parkour bullshit while in bunnyform doesn't sound like a good idea to him, so boost it is. ]

Oh, sure. [He crouches a little, and leans partly against the door so Dave can use him as a human-- er, rodent --ladder.]

[ He takes a few steps back, judging the distance, before scampering forward and sort of using John as a mix between rodent ladder and ramp. There's still a bit of rebounding off the doorframe involved, but just enough to scrabble until he can perch on the doorknob. ]

Christ, I suddenly have a newfound appreciation for being human.

...heheheh.

[John waits until there is the tell-tale rattling of the doorknob indicative of something being in contact with it before he moves away himself, sitting back on his haunches and watching. He twitches his nose a bit.]

...so how is this gonna help me get up there? I still can't fly, man.

Patience is a virtue, Egbert.

[ Shifting, but making sure to stay on the doorknob, Dave flicks his ears back so he can slip them out of his hood. Flipping it back, mostly to make sure there's no tugging on dem bunny ears, he lowers the cape down. ]

You're gonna have to jump, but try not to strangle me with my own digs, would ya?

[John folds his own ears back and looks uncertain.]

...you sure?

Yeah, just give it a shot.

[ He shifts around, so he can hold onto the doorknob. ]

All right, but if I'm too heavy, say something, okay? [Bunnysproing!]

Promise. [ That's kind of cute from his angle, actually, and-- hrk, gripping onto that doorknob tight now. ]

[Bunnyscrabble!! Climb, grapple, tug, wriggle.]

[Eventually, he's... sort of sitting on you, Dave.]

Um, I'm not sure we-- planned past here, should I just jump to the-- I don't know if I can make that?

[ Waits until you've got your bunnyass settled on him, ears flicked forward now so there's no accidental sitting on them. ]

I dunno, I'm a lil' bit bigger then you. [ He adjusts his sunglasses with a paw, clutching at the doorknob with the other and his hindfeet. ] Could try sitting up with you on my shoulders, see where that puts us.

Shhh don't remind me. [He shifts, carefully.]

...and sure, just. Slowly, I guess?

[ Huffs a laugh at that, but then goes quiet as he shifts. ]

Yeah. Hang on to my ears if you need to. [ And then he's slowly moving so he can sit up, trying to hook the plus on his tail to the underside of the doorknob. ]

[And John just sort of hunkers down and hangs out while Dave sits up, watching the plaque get slooowly closer and biting his stupid little bunny lip. He grabs hold of Dave's ears, but not because he lost his balance, just because they're there.]

[He then proceeds to bunnysproing from Dave onto the plaque, scrabble, nearly slip and fall, hang off the thing, and climb back up onto it.]

This is so much harder when you're only a foot tall, geez.

[ It takes a bit of concentration for Dave to not flick his ears when he feels John grab hold of them, but he simply sits there and lets John get his bunnysproing on.

He does almost freak out a little when John nearly slips and falls, but thankfully the almost-too-big aviators hide his face. His ears do flick back and pin, though. ]

We can take it up with management after you scratch that thing out.

And oh, I will.

[He narrows his little bunny eyes behind his glasses, which probably looks pretty damn hilarious, and then sets to clawing at the plaque like a maniac.]

... [ Snrk. ]

Yeah, well. S'gonna take you a while, I hope you realize, bunnybert.

It'll be-- [Grunt.] Worth it.

[Pause.] "Bunnybert"? Lame, Dave.

[ Very calm pokerface up at. ]

Come up with something better then, Minun.

You could just call me John, since misconceptions with my name is the entire reason I'm clawing at a brass plaque with bunnyfingers?

[ There's a long moment where Dave goes quiet, letting John claw at the plaque with said bunnyfingers. Then he rolls his little Plusle shoulders in a shrug, hunkering down and getting comfortable for the moment.

Honestly, he could've died and stayed dead, and he never would've gotten to see John or Jade. Didn't even really get to say goodbye to them in the first place, either, so. ]

So you gonna be going at that all day or what, John.