video;

[whatsupcroc]

[ The video starts black. Light cuts through in sharp lines, edging in around blades of grass. No, make that fur.

Fur that gains color into browns as it shifts away from blocking the camera's eye. The rabbit hops away down the table, disappearing for a minute. Two. When it comes back in view, it appears to be wearing tiny, lens-free glasses perched precariously on its twitching nose.

The rabbit sits back on its hind legs, ears swiveling forward and paws tucking close to its chest. When it glances toward the camera, it's almost like the rabbit winks. But it couldn't have.

Could it? ]

Comments

[video]

[perfectionisms]

You... really thought this prank through, didn't you?

[video]

[whatsupcroc]

< Yep. Did you see those glasses I had on? I had to make those myself! >

[video]

[perfectionisms]

You can't wear glasses! You're a rabbit. They don't design glasses to hang from your rabbit ears.

[video]

[whatsupcroc]

< I know! It's really bothersome, and it's why I had to make them myself. Do you have any idea how long it took me to find a decent pair of needle-nose pliers someone would sell me? >

[ The rabbit shakes its head. ]

[video]

[perfectionisms]

You can't use pliers. You don't have opposable thumbs.

[video]

[whatsupcroc]

< Not right now I don't! I didn't make glasses while a rabbit, that'd be silly! >

[video]

[perfectionisms]

Of course not. You made them when you were a simian.

[ sarcasm ]

[video]

[whatsupcroc]

[ The rabbit sits up, doing its best to clap its paws together. ]

< Exactly! See, you're starting to get it now! >

[video]

[perfectionisms]

Yes, I see that you foolishly think that you can stall for more time. Where are you?

[video]

[whatsupcroc]

< Your not-brother asked me the same thing! I'm on the table. In the kitchen, with the laptop. >

[ Clue'd in yet, Franziska? ]

[video]

[perfectionisms]

[ Starting to get past her designated villain status induced lack of common sense. ]

Pets aren't allowed on the table. Which room are you in?

[video]

[whatsupcroc]

< What other room? My apartment, silly! You know where I live. I've told you before! Are you going to come stop by? I'll have to change into something more appropriate! >

[ She picks up the "glasses" with her mouth, hop-walking to the side in a hurry. ]

[video]

[perfectionisms]

I will. And keep your furry feet off the furniture.

[ action? action? ]

[video]

[whatsupcroc]

( Her nose twitches as she laughs this time. )

< A little late for that, but the door's unlocked! See you soon. >

[ you bet your buttons action it's on! ]

[action time!]

[perfectionisms]

[ Not even going to knock. Knocking is for visiting people. ]

[we are action heroes]

[whatsupcroc]

( When she enters, there is indeed a rabbit sitting at attention on the table.

It waves. )

< Yo, Franziska! >

[action]

[perfectionisms]

Hello, rabbit. [ Stepping closer, she pets the rabbit on the head while looking around. ] Where's Collette?

[whatsupcroc]

( Collette looks up at Franziska sideways after that head pet. Such a marshmallow! )

< Right here! Under your hand. Think you could scratch behind my left ear? Something's tickling right there. >

[perfectionisms]

Collette is a human girl, not a little bunny rabbit. Turn back into a human and scratch it yourself.

[whatsupcroc]

< Okay! >

( Measuring the distance between floor and table, Collette hops forward and then wiggles her rear in preparation for the LEAP OF FAITH! )

[perfectionisms]

[ What is happening here. Franziska is confused!

Franziska hurt herself in confusion.]

[whatsupcroc]

( Collette's attack is supereffective! Collette leaps from the table to the floor and does a victory lap around Franziska! )

< AAAAAAAAH HAHAHA! Man that is such a rush! Ranziska, pick me up and put me back on the table, I want to try that again! >

( There is now a rabbit sitting in front of Fransika holding her paws up and open like she wants a hug. Or to be picked up.

Collette is not serious in her request, but she is seriously amused at Franziska's confusion. )

[perfectionisms]

[ Picking up the rabbit and placing it firmly on her lap as she sat down. ]

No. You'll hurt yourself. You are going to be a good rabbit and we are going to wait for the real Collette to get home.

[whatsupcroc]

( Collette squirms around to look up at Franziska from her new home on her lap. )

< I'm home already. And trust me, you won't want me sitting on your lap when I go back to being my usual self. >

[perfectionisms]

[ No. Not even if she looks at her with those bunny-rabbit eyes. ]

We'll see about that.