Sheepskin Rabbit's Foot

Rhu had worked a morning shift. However, he hadn't had a party or anything the night before, but had in fact gone to sleep quite early, and as such was not exhausted now. In fact, he had energy! Which was a little surprising, considering he'd just put in quite a few hours of scrubbing out isolation ward dog kennels.

His back was a little sore, but he still had energy. So now he was meandering around town, simply because he could. And because it was on his way home. Mostly because he could. Plus there were rumours of sales. Who could resist a sale? It meant being able to actually afford stuff.

And then he saw fluff. He completely forgot about the sale, his sore back, and that he had just changed into a beat up plain t-shirt and old sweats when he left work (his scrubs had been... unpleasant, and were probably still spinning around in the shelter washing machines), and fought his way over.

Oh, those ears! Big and furry and so, so, so fluffy. And attached to a dude who was far from unattractive. Hey, this day really wasn't very bad at all!

"Hey," he said casually, sliding into Rich's field of view and more or less pretending that he wasn't itching to pet those ears. "Finding anything cool?"

@"King"

@"King"

So that was what it looked like to be starry eyed? THAT WAS TOTALLY AWESOME Rhu was usually the one staring in amazement. Honestly he was still staring in amazement and ooooooh he just wanted to touch the fluff!

"Your ears are way cuter!" The retort was automatic and absolutely and totally whole-hearted. How could any set of ears possibly beat those those those he didn't even have words they were so -!

A plot formed.

"You can pat mine if I can pat yours," he offered slyly, wiggling his short-furred ears and winking at the other guy's - oooooooooooh how was he not squealing out loud right now oh he probably was.

They were probably drawing a ton of attention from everyone nearby, but Rhu really didn't care as long as no one accused him of stealing. People were kind of irrational about their accusations when he was around. BUT THERE WERE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS RIGHT NOW, like those super super super amazing fluff ears oh he could just die after touching them and he'd be happy. But not if he died between seeing and touching. That would be cruel.

He could see the bunnyfox's fingers sinking into the fluff.

Could

not

resist

He dropped down where he was, completely disregarding the whole shopping etiquette thing that he didn't really care much about anyway, so that mutual ear patting could happen. And reached out and touched the ears.

And then very much did squeal with delight.

"THEY'RE SO AMAZING!"

@"King"

"YOURS ARE WAY MORE AMAZING" yeah he was yelling, and wiggling, and internally yelling even more. Hey, these were the best ears he'd ever felt, and he kind of freaked out over fluffy ears every single time he saw any.

"It's this weird thing for wooly hair and it's literally magic and it's super cheap, which is good because I kind of go through a lot of it," Rhu rambled. "The label's really boring though and I can never remember what it's called, so whenever I run out I have to take the empty container back to the store so I can actually get the same one. I didn't once, and then all my wool turned curly for three weeks until I ran out."

It had been pretty funny, especially in retrospect, but he'd had at least half the interest from cute people that he normally did, and that was sad. Very sad. Horrible, really.

"WHAT DO YOU USE?" and back to yelling. And stroking, and generally feeling up the bunnyfox's ears with hands rather experienced with feeling things up.

@"King"

Rhu started humming absently when Rich's fingers strayed into his hair - hey, it might be closer to wool but it made too much sense to call it his hair - and even if the tune was inconsistent, unplanned, and not exactly in tune it was still cheerful. "It was a horrible tragedy," he insisted despite the overall mood of HAPPY. "I couldn't brush it or run my fingers through it or anything. Plus I looked like a poodle."

The sheep-ish mutt sniffed. He didn't really have a spectacular nose or anything, but he supposed he could detect a hint of mango. He'd probably have to get his nose right up in there to smell it properly - so he did, shamelessly burying his face in Rich's ear even as he kept winding his fingers through the endless soft.

"You smell delicious," he said, unwilling to lean back and rather lost in mango-tinted dreamland.