he laid in the grass, outside, the breeze whispering through his brown hair. His ears were long and floppy. Patrick Stump was a bunny. He enjoyed frolicking and hopping outside in the grass. He enjoyed flowers and veggies. He loved burrowing in sheets at night rather than just sleeping regularly. And kicking things. He liked that too.

And he was outside, as he almost always was because if he wasn't he would whine and claw at the windows. Such a fuzzy and strange boy he was.

He heard you walk through the grass, his ears perking from their floppy state and his head turning around to you.