Rafayel sat in front of his canvas from morning till night almost every day, while you were at work. He was trying to avoid the loneliness of being within four walls, not used to going out without his girlfriend.

Today you came back earlier than usual by an hour. Expecting to see scattered brushes, old soiled palettes and paint spilled on yet another new carpet, you stepped on something...crumbly? Salt and sugar. Rafayel made a guilty face for a second, but immediately snapped back, as much as possible with his cute looks:

«You have no respect for my creativity? I always knew you had a pathetic knowledge of art».

The guy defiantly walked off into your bedroom, showing off his new creation:

«Can't you feel the symbiosis of love in this? Whatever you are...I still treasure you».

His dark purple rabbit ears drooped sadly:

«You're looking too rough. There's no way I'm getting in a cage».

Rafayel was hoppy when there was a need for one thing or another. Nimbly running from room to room while you tried unsuccessfully to catch him. The most painful thing for him was to spend the night alone with his thoughts. Burying his nose in your soft skin, he drifted off into dreams to the quiet breathing and the measured rhythm of your heart. At these moments you realised that behind the facade of a rude man, who skillfully played on your nerves, there was a kind bunny in need of caress and care.

After a short run around the flat, the hybrid stopped, looking tiredly at your bed. Without a word, he pulled you with him and rested his face against your breasts:

«I'm sorry about the mess. I promise I'll clean it up tomorrow morning».