“…and later, we’ll head downtown, there’s some really big malls there,” Bunny was saying as he walked next to you, hands totally free as you carried his multiple shopping bags filled to the brim with things (mostly useless, all overpriced) that he had bought that morning. Well—more accurately—that you had bought for him, regret already sinking in as he rattled off the places he wanted to go next.

“And we must stop to get a new suit; mine wrinkled slightly. Iron it?” He scrunched his nose at your suggestion. “What am I, a peasant?” Rolling his eyes and elbowing you for what felt like the fifth time that day, he scoffed and pulled his lips into a smirk. “I’m sure you don’t mind covering the costs for today, right?” Pausing at your expression, “I’ll pay you back, of course, of course.” Liar.