...There's only one way to find out, right? --You try it.
[ he gives Dokja a pointed nudge. yeah, Dokja!!! YOU feed the bun-thing the potentially fatal dose of delicious dough-y goodness so, if it does make it ill, he can melodramatically blame you for it later okay? thanks 🥰🙏 ]
[ broh they're really playing with a mutant rabbit's life right now.
But as instructed, Dokja tears off a small piece of the honey roll he'd been given and tosses it over to where the creature is still hopping around.
... And after a couple of sniffs, it starts munching on the bread, taking off even smaller chunks before its little mouth and cheeks do that moving thing that rabbits do when they eat. ]
[ what's a mutant rabbit's life between friends, huh? huh?? huh????
...whatever, man, there's so much wrong with the two of them it's fine to add one more thing to the list, probably. Abel is watching as Dokja feeds the Bnuny, and... o-oh. ]
Oh.
[ oh. ]
Sh-she's... she's so cute?
[ Abel, also potentially misgendering this Bnuny, and contrarian to Dokja just because he can? ]
Do you think she wants more~? G-give her more, Dokja. --Ah. Will she let you pet her~?
[ Okay, yes, this is actually the perfect way to get rid of this roll. Dokja tosses a couple more pieces at him or her, watching on as it gobbles up the bread.
Hungry little fellow... ]
What if he has rabies?
[ Yeah, Dokja's sticking with male until one of them is proven wrong. And this time, it's his turn to nudge Abel in the ribs. ]
--What do you mean, if she has rabies? She probably does, that's why she came here. She's going to eat your cake, and then she's going to eat you. That's how they get you, you know?
[ h-hey, don't prod him?? he's squirming a little out of the way, swatting at that fingy. NO!! bad.
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...and now nudging Dokja further toward Bnuny, ]
Let it bite you and see if you start foaming at the mouth. Don't worry; the Innocent shrine isn't far, I'll make sure you revive comfortably.
[ Why are they being so STUPID about this... It's just an animal!! Not even a threatening one!! And while Dokja is perfectly fine with sacrificing himself, it has to be for a better reason than This. ]
Wouldn't he be foaming at the mouth if he was rabid? He looks fine.
[ In fact, Dokja tosses the rest of his roll at the mutant creature. ]
Don't you know how rabies works, Dokja? You could look totally fine for, um, like-- months! Months after you get rabies. But you HAVE rabies, and you could infect others with your rabies. --Ah! What if you already HAVE rabies, now?! G-get back!!
[ the Bnuny is just like,
...whatever?? at whatever is happening between these two idiots, happily picking up the remainder of the roll and hopping a tiny, safe distance away to eat it. man, what a haul?? ]
[ Abel's suddenly gone very still, watching Dokja from his periphery and frozen in the middle of an effort to shove this man bodily toward Bnuny. which, yeah, ig is its name?? maybe it has a name. maybe it has a family. maybe it isn't here to be misgendered and abused by some weirdos, but sometimes that's how it goes (??) ]
Ta-- take it back. Take that back right now, you-- you would not pick me first, would you? Would you?
[ more firmly - and pitifully, as he reaches out and just smacks both his hands over Dokja's cheeks to look him with UTMOST SERIOUSNESS right in the eye. ]
You-- you take it back, I mean it, we are in a sacred place where violence isn't tolerated!! You don't mean it, say it! Say it, or I'm-- I'm telling on you!!
But here's the unfortunate thing about Dokja: He's so fucking stubborn. So much so that he presses his lips firmly shut and refuses to take it back. Instead, he stares at Abel defiantly.
Tell on him. Do it. What kind of childish threat...!
... Though they're both acting like children right now. ]
That's it. That's it-- you brought this on yourself. On yourself, young man! Don't say I didn't warn you.
[ Dokja is thankfully being released, but only because Abel is fishing beneath the collar of his tunic to remove his shard as if he is, in fact, about to tattle to someone via Communion. ]
You sit right there and THINK about what you've done, hm? And in front of the weird rabbit, no less. Shameless, aren't you? Incorrigible. Utterly incorrigible. Now sit tight; this will be over soon.
[ Literally who started this!! HUH!! It was Abel who accused Dokja of having rabies first and now look at the position they're in! ]
I don't know what you think tattling on me will accomplish, but go ahead.
[ He speaks to Abel much like he would a small child who is throwing a temper tantrum because that's what this is.
Meanwhile, he'll throw... idk... a handful of grass at the bnuny. They eat grass, right? Right?? Why does the little guy look so disinterested in it... Though it does start hopping closer in search of more honey rolls. ]
[ Jerks his head back toward Abel once he hears that very familiar name!! And now here's Dokja practically throwing himself on Abel to try and wrestle that shard away. ]
Abel's shard slides off his face and into the grass and flowers, and now he's recoiling his hand from Dokja's face as if he's just been VICIOUSLY BURNED by HELLFIRE, holding it to his chest and looking utterly scandalized. ]
Y... you-- you REALLY just--
[ the horror. the dismay. the betrayl. the disbelief, the incredulity, the stupidity-- it's all coming to a head. mounting, in this moment. reaching a terrible, terrifying, tumultuous peak. ]
[ oh, oh no. oh no oh no oh no. he's going rapidly pale as if the very fear of God has been hammered into him, shaking his head in a jerky and immediate denial. ]
Y... you-- you gave me rabies? You gave me rabies. You gave me rabies, you--
[ Why is it that Abel doesn't listen to a single word Dokja says.
He specifically said he DOESN'T have rabies? And now Abel's running off like a lunatic and Dokja is hurriedly pushing himself up to his feet to chase after him. Lord, this was supposed to be a relaxing vacation... ]
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[ he gives Dokja a pointed nudge. yeah, Dokja!!! YOU feed the bun-thing the potentially fatal dose of delicious dough-y goodness so, if it does make it ill, he can melodramatically blame you for it later okay? thanks 🥰🙏 ]
Just-- a little piece, for starters? Maybe!
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But as instructed, Dokja tears off a small piece of the honey roll he'd been given and tosses it over to where the creature is still hopping around.
... And after a couple of sniffs, it starts munching on the bread, taking off even smaller chunks before its little mouth and cheeks do that moving thing that rabbits do when they eat. ]
Hey, he likes it.
[ Genders the rabbit without knowing anything. ]
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...whatever, man, there's so much wrong with the two of them it's fine to add one more thing to the list, probably. Abel is watching as Dokja feeds the Bnuny, and... o-oh. ]
Oh.
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Sh-she's... she's so cute?
[ Abel, also potentially misgendering this Bnuny, and contrarian to Dokja just because he can? ]
Do you think she wants more~? G-give her more, Dokja. --Ah. Will she let you pet her~?
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Hungry little fellow... ]
What if he has rabies?
[ Yeah, Dokja's sticking with male until one of them is proven wrong. And this time, it's his turn to nudge Abel in the ribs. ]
You try petting him.
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[ h-hey, don't prod him?? he's squirming a little out of the way, swatting at that fingy. NO!! bad.
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...and now nudging Dokja further toward Bnuny, ]
Let it bite you and see if you start foaming at the mouth. Don't worry; the Innocent shrine isn't far, I'll make sure you revive comfortably.
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Wouldn't he be foaming at the mouth if he was rabid? He looks fine.
[ In fact, Dokja tosses the rest of his roll at the mutant creature. ]
Here, maybe it'll get full and leave us alone.
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[ the Bnuny is just like,
...whatever?? at whatever is happening between these two idiots, happily picking up the remainder of the roll and hopping a tiny, safe distance away to eat it. man, what a haul?? ]
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And Dokja WISHES he had rabies right now........ ]
If I had rabies, I'd at least know the first person I would choose to infect.
[ Yeah, he looks sickly and unwell, but that doesn't mean he has rabies!!! This is like. The first wild creature encounter he's had for months? ]
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[ Abel's suddenly gone very still, watching Dokja from his periphery and frozen in the middle of an effort to shove this man bodily toward Bnuny. which, yeah, ig is its name?? maybe it has a name. maybe it has a family. maybe it isn't here to be misgendered and abused by some weirdos, but sometimes that's how it goes (??) ]
Ta-- take it back. Take that back right now, you-- you would not pick me first, would you? Would you?
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Dokja is not at all fazed by Abel's growing distress. In fact, he digs the knife a little deeper. ]
I would pick you first. And I'd bite you a couple more times just to make sure it's really getting in there.
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[ more firmly - and pitifully, as he reaches out and just smacks both his hands over Dokja's cheeks to look him with UTMOST SERIOUSNESS right in the eye. ]
You-- you take it back, I mean it, we are in a sacred place where violence isn't tolerated!! You don't mean it, say it! Say it, or I'm-- I'm telling on you!!
[ to who?? fck around and find out, maybe? ]
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But here's the unfortunate thing about Dokja: He's so fucking stubborn. So much so that he presses his lips firmly shut and refuses to take it back. Instead, he stares at Abel defiantly.
Tell on him. Do it. What kind of childish threat...!
... Though they're both acting like children right now. ]
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[ Dokja is thankfully being released, but only because Abel is fishing beneath the collar of his tunic to remove his shard as if he is, in fact, about to tattle to someone via Communion. ]
You sit right there and THINK about what you've done, hm? And in front of the weird rabbit, no less. Shameless, aren't you? Incorrigible. Utterly incorrigible. Now sit tight; this will be over soon.
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I don't know what you think tattling on me will accomplish, but go ahead.
[ He speaks to Abel much like he would a small child who is throwing a temper tantrum because that's what this is.
Meanwhile, he'll throw... idk... a handful of grass at the bnuny. They eat grass, right? Right?? Why does the little guy look so disinterested in it... Though it does start hopping closer in search of more honey rolls. ]
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—Ciel?
[ Jerks his head back toward Abel once he hears that very familiar name!! And now here's Dokja practically throwing himself on Abel to try and wrestle that shard away. ]
Hang up right now!
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That wasn't on purpose but he had to do it because Abel's so fucking long and Dokja can't reach. ]
Put it away!
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You put this ginormous hand over Dokja's face.
Which means he has no choice but to bite down on that hand. ]
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Abel's shard slides off his face and into the grass and flowers, and now he's recoiling his hand from Dokja's face as if he's just been VICIOUSLY BURNED by HELLFIRE, holding it to his chest and looking utterly scandalized. ]
Y... you-- you REALLY just--
[ the horror. the dismay. the betrayl. the disbelief, the incredulity, the stupidity-- it's all coming to a head. mounting, in this moment. reaching a terrible, terrifying, tumultuous peak. ]
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I told you that I would!
[ WIPES HIS MOUTH with the back of his hand while the other points accusingly at Abel!! ]
You're lucky I don't actually have rabies.
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Y... you-- you gave me rabies? You gave me rabies. You gave me rabies, you--
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HELP!! Mr. Eustace-- I have to call mi-- mister, ha-- HELP, I have RABIES and I'm-- ohmygod--
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He specifically said he DOESN'T have rabies? And now Abel's running off like a lunatic and Dokja is hurriedly pushing himself up to his feet to chase after him. Lord, this was supposed to be a relaxing vacation... ]
Why are you calling for Eustace!?
[ What is the correlation here??? ]
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the way i literally CACKLED
dismantles ur eustace cr
dismantles ur face...???????
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