CJ affected a look of shock, and peered up at Nocturne with a raised eyebrow. “Really? You don’t know everything?” She teased, lips quirking into a sly little smile before she laughed outright at his announcement that a group of rabbits was called a fluffle. She didn’t believe him, not in the slightest. “It is not,” she stated firmly, but her expression was confused, trying to figure out why he would make up such a bizarre fact and expect her to believe it.
Slowing down when Nocturne did, CJ watched as he crouched down on the cold ground and started poking at the bushes. She looked around, wondering what the passer-by’s would think of them, then turned her attention back to him when he started talking. She sighed, but crouched down when he indicated that she should, being careful not to get dirt on her knees as she squatted. She frowned at him, and held her empty hands out, her bags sitting beside her ankle. “Coax it out with what?”
She adjusted her balance, not wanting to fall on her butt, and shook her head. “My bags only have clothes in them. I doubt they’re interested in any of that.” It wasn’t like she could afford to buy real fur, either, even from the thrift shop, so while there wouldn’t be any foxtail in there to scare them off, there wouldn’t be any bunny to entice them with curiosity, either. “Let’s see you coax it out,” CJ finally said, her voice low so as to not actually spook any bunnies that might be in the bush, but her tone both arrogant and skeptical.
Slowing down when Nocturne did, CJ watched as he crouched down on the cold ground and started poking at the bushes. She looked around, wondering what the passer-by’s would think of them, then turned her attention back to him when he started talking. She sighed, but crouched down when he indicated that she should, being careful not to get dirt on her knees as she squatted. She frowned at him, and held her empty hands out, her bags sitting beside her ankle. “Coax it out with what?”
She adjusted her balance, not wanting to fall on her butt, and shook her head. “My bags only have clothes in them. I doubt they’re interested in any of that.” It wasn’t like she could afford to buy real fur, either, even from the thrift shop, so while there wouldn’t be any foxtail in there to scare them off, there wouldn’t be any bunny to entice them with curiosity, either. “Let’s see you coax it out,” CJ finally said, her voice low so as to not actually spook any bunnies that might be in the bush, but her tone both arrogant and skeptical.
