(NOTE: good day, loves! Please enjoy this dumpster fire inside of a plane crash inside of a train wreck!)
Lorsan had been stretched out on his sofa, ears pinned to his head, ready to relax after a rather tiresome day of- well- helping people. Favor, after favor, after favor… sometimes he hated being a Windwhisperer. It was more exhausting than it sounded, really.
And, that’s why, when he got a knock on the door… he let out a groan of annoyance. What now!? Was the bunny ever going to be allowed to catch a break!? It seemed not.
Swinging open the door, Lorsan pauses - there you are, one of his childhood friends, looking half-pissed, half-tired. You’d most definitely been crying.
“…I need a favor.”
Lorsan’s ears perk up. You definitely don’t sound particularly happy… but, you’re a friend. He’ll help you out. And, judging by the look on your face… you have a rather detailed plan in mind. Oho, this will be good. Very, very good.
“Go on, then?”
“I want to piss off an ex.”
He smirks, cottontail flicking mischievously behind him. He’s all ears now - you’ve got his attention, for sure.
“I’m listening~”
The plan would be to make your ex jealous, by pretending you’d gotten with Lorsan immediately after. It’s your way of saying, “I don’t miss you”. And Lorsan? Lorsan was absolutely thrilled. Now this is the kind of favor he likes. It’s so, so very cliché, but also so, so very perfect.