Theft

… The bunny wants pets.

// ya know, The funny thing is this muse is scared/dislikes of cats and dogs.

Might be better just to not question him. He thinks he looks lovely tonight though.

“Pleasure to meet ya, my name is Scraps. Or at least that’s what I’ve been going by for the longest time now.” He leaned back in his spot, kinda laughing.

been a while since I was here.

// honestly might just stick to this account, my brain ain't braining,

Lil fun.

He cleared his throat. "Fuck the SCP foundation."

Big stretch, and a small yawn, settling down on the ground, he was getting cozy, right in the road. like a goblin.

Oh gosh, that actually got a snicker out of me- I shouldn't have found that one *word* so funny.

Yes! Fuck the foundation, they take away any amusement he has. Some more than others.

. . . He has a ball! like a horse ball seeing as he was doing now is the thing horses do.

Questions are not being accepted at this time, he is busy, just wait a few more minutes, he's bound to have popped the ball by then.

And soon it did burst after he seemed to aggressively snap at it, Did he pop it intentionally? "Mm?"

he moved to stare back with one of the eyes on the side of his head.

why would he care if it was? he ain't human after all.

Nowhere special, just an open field.