“Caught ya’.”

Grayson snickers proudly as she snatches you up fluffy bunny ears, signature dart rifle hanging over her shoulder as she looks you over. And, my oh my. You are a catch.

Even if this is just a bit of play.

“What to do with you, huh?” she questions, as if she’s actually going to give you the option to decide your fate. Which, you probably won’t be doing.

She drags you through the dirt, laughing heartily as you squirm and kick in playful distress; batting at her strong arms in hopes that she’ll let you go.

“Oh, poor bunny. What ever will you do?”