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thelegion2017-10-22 02:48 pm
bringinghopewithme) wrote in thelegion2017-10-22 02:48 pm
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Time for a confession, mates. I never have eaten chocolate.
[The Easter Bunny is only recognizable by his accent, thanks to all these supernatural shenanigans, and nobody has yet convinced him to wear Ray's lended flightsuit as intended. He's about as comfortable as he can get while under these wholly uncomfortable circumstances with the arms of the flightsuit knotted around his waist, because pants on a human are an understandable necessity, but shirts are just excessive, and the feeling of cloth on bare skin is merely one thing wigging Bunny out right now.
But that's not why he's set up this video feed. He crouches amidst the green of his semi-warren, a few of the chocolate eggs he'd made the previous day set up on a flat stone next to him.]
Not because I didn't want to, or because I'm some hypercritical fearmonger too spooked by joy to give having some a try.
[His stare at the camera is real pointed for a few seconds there. Maybe it is directed at someone.]
But because chocolate is actually toxic for rabbits, unlike humans, for whom is a delight enjoyed sensibly across my world in moderation.
[The pointed stare at the camera is obviously directed at someone. Otherwise why would it keep happening?]
'But Bunny,' I sense you wondering, 'If you can't eat chocolate, how have you been able to make it not only well, but better than any living mortal has ever dared to dream any single piece of candy could ever taste?' A fair question. The answer is both that I invented chocolate as candy - it's a long story, theft was involved, ask an Aztec deity if any ever show up here - and that my sense of smell is - was - so much better than a human's that I haven't needed to use taste to figure the quality of my own work, and frankly, the reviews have never once been bad.
[He smiles fondly, remembering the little glimpses he gets every year of kids unrepentently enjoying themselves, running and playing and full of joy for the one day he calls his own, enjoying the work he's poured his life into.]
Anyway, this is all to say that there is a bright side to the current madness, and it is this. [He holds up an unpainted chocolate egg.] I get to taste what all the fuss is about. America - this one's for you.
[He digs in, biting halfway through the candy and holds onto the bite, allowing himself to savor immediate flavor, texture, and all at once his casual, mischievous attitude is swiped away, staring at his remaining egg in shock.]
Holy dooley.
[A few more wordless seconds pass as he finishes the candy with quiet sounds of enjoyment. He tries to begin speaking a few times without success after it's gone, finally lifting a free hand to his face. He's actually crying, yes, crying, happy tears of joyful awe.]
I had no idea. I thought I did. I really had no -
I need a tic.
[He hastily shuts the video off so he can have his joyous revelation in private.]
[The Easter Bunny is only recognizable by his accent, thanks to all these supernatural shenanigans, and nobody has yet convinced him to wear Ray's lended flightsuit as intended. He's about as comfortable as he can get while under these wholly uncomfortable circumstances with the arms of the flightsuit knotted around his waist, because pants on a human are an understandable necessity, but shirts are just excessive, and the feeling of cloth on bare skin is merely one thing wigging Bunny out right now.
But that's not why he's set up this video feed. He crouches amidst the green of his semi-warren, a few of the chocolate eggs he'd made the previous day set up on a flat stone next to him.]
Not because I didn't want to, or because I'm some hypercritical fearmonger too spooked by joy to give having some a try.
[His stare at the camera is real pointed for a few seconds there. Maybe it is directed at someone.]
But because chocolate is actually toxic for rabbits, unlike humans, for whom is a delight enjoyed sensibly across my world in moderation.
[The pointed stare at the camera is obviously directed at someone. Otherwise why would it keep happening?]
'But Bunny,' I sense you wondering, 'If you can't eat chocolate, how have you been able to make it not only well, but better than any living mortal has ever dared to dream any single piece of candy could ever taste?' A fair question. The answer is both that I invented chocolate as candy - it's a long story, theft was involved, ask an Aztec deity if any ever show up here - and that my sense of smell is - was - so much better than a human's that I haven't needed to use taste to figure the quality of my own work, and frankly, the reviews have never once been bad.
[He smiles fondly, remembering the little glimpses he gets every year of kids unrepentently enjoying themselves, running and playing and full of joy for the one day he calls his own, enjoying the work he's poured his life into.]
Anyway, this is all to say that there is a bright side to the current madness, and it is this. [He holds up an unpainted chocolate egg.] I get to taste what all the fuss is about. America - this one's for you.
[He digs in, biting halfway through the candy and holds onto the bite, allowing himself to savor immediate flavor, texture, and all at once his casual, mischievous attitude is swiped away, staring at his remaining egg in shock.]
Holy dooley.
[A few more wordless seconds pass as he finishes the candy with quiet sounds of enjoyment. He tries to begin speaking a few times without success after it's gone, finally lifting a free hand to his face. He's actually crying, yes, crying, happy tears of joyful awe.]
I had no idea. I thought I did. I really had no -
I need a tic.
[He hastily shuts the video off so he can have his joyous revelation in private.]