Of the things Bunny's been accused of, being a drug dealer is not one of them. Defending his practice, especially when it comes to caramel, is nothing new, considering one of his closest friends is the Tooth Fairy. But Toothiana only ever accused him of promoting tooth decay, never recklessly hooking kids on an addictive substance.
This is not an argument he ever expected to have, and the depth of the accusation is bewildering. This is actually what a rational adult thinks a once-a-year gift amounts to - ?
Well, maybe not a rational adult after all.
"No wonder you've got black sand comin' off you. You are the stuff of nightmares." He answers her sneer with a snarl of his own. Insulted fury has him nearly hopping in place, but he still catches the radiation poncho and growls at it, pulling it on before pointing one short, clawed finger at America. "This conversation isn't over, but it's on hold until this mission is done."
His reputation is slandered and that is infuriating but there are children to save, and he can't bicker thoughtlessly and easily with America the way he could with Jack, or Tooth, or North. This is a distraction the children they're seeking can't afford.
The desert itself is much less horrifying than his mission partner at this point, but to be fair, he's as at home in a desert - even a desert that's somehow both cold and on fire during the day - as he is in a forest.
"I'm scouting out the bush," he announces, dropping from two legs to four in his runner's crouch. "Good luck keepin' up on that paddock basher."
He bursts off at the top speed that crossing dimensions has left him with. For once, the slowness compared to his previous speed didn't frustrate him - this was a world of will and imagination, and he didn't need to imagine being fast enough to cover the world in a day. Maybe here he could achieve something more like his normal level of power.
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Of the things Bunny's been accused of, being a drug dealer is not one of them. Defending his practice, especially when it comes to caramel, is nothing new, considering one of his closest friends is the Tooth Fairy. But Toothiana only ever accused him of promoting tooth decay, never recklessly hooking kids on an addictive substance.
This is not an argument he ever expected to have, and the depth of the accusation is bewildering. This is actually what a rational adult thinks a once-a-year gift amounts to - ?
Well, maybe not a rational adult after all.
"No wonder you've got black sand comin' off you. You are the stuff of nightmares." He answers her sneer with a snarl of his own. Insulted fury has him nearly hopping in place, but he still catches the radiation poncho and growls at it, pulling it on before pointing one short, clawed finger at America. "This conversation isn't over, but it's on hold until this mission is done."
His reputation is slandered and that is infuriating but there are children to save, and he can't bicker thoughtlessly and easily with America the way he could with Jack, or Tooth, or North. This is a distraction the children they're seeking can't afford.
The desert itself is much less horrifying than his mission partner at this point, but to be fair, he's as at home in a desert - even a desert that's somehow both cold and on fire during the day - as he is in a forest.
"I'm scouting out the bush," he announces, dropping from two legs to four in his runner's crouch. "Good luck keepin' up on that paddock basher."
He bursts off at the top speed that crossing dimensions has left him with. For once, the slowness compared to his previous speed didn't frustrate him - this was a world of will and imagination, and he didn't need to imagine being fast enough to cover the world in a day. Maybe here he could achieve something more like his normal level of power.