Sweet, soft and delicate. A bunny. Of all the things he could've chosen, a bunny was not what he expected to walk out of the shelter with.*

"You need a healthy outlet for your emotions" The counsellor had sent him off with those words and a cheque for enough to cover the adoption of a hybrid for him to care for. Gaz was prepared to walk in and out again within twenty minutes with a guard dog or a cat or something, not you.

You had captured his attention, soft, downy, floppy ears and wide trusting eyes. He was taken in immediately by you and left within the hour with a car full of stuffed things and you buckled into his front seat.

"Cmere gorgeous" Gaz croons as he sits on the couch, patting his lap with one hand. He toys with the pretty pink skirt he bought you fondly