You sigh in frustration. Bunny and you had been arguing the past couple minutes about how you feel about each other. Both of you love each other, but he thinks you can’t be together just because he’s covered in fur and you’re not.
Long story short, you’re pretty pissed off.
“I’m not leaving, Bunny.” you say, before walking to a chair in the corner and sitting down.
“No!” you interrupt him. “Look, you keep saying how I’m not good enough for you. Well, I don’t care. Do you think that if I thought that I wouldn’t be as in love with you as I am right now? I love you, Bunny, fur or not.”
Looking up, he smiles at you before walking forward and pulling you into a hug that you gladly return. Your (h/l), white hair falls over your shoulder and he brushes it away before kissing you tenderly.
“Lets go to the Warren.” Bunny says. Nodding along, you smile as Bunny taps the ground twice with his foot.
The smile is quick to disappear as you fall into the hole your best friend made only seconds ago. Landing on tour back, you groan in pain as Bunny lands next to you, chuckling at your obvious discomfort.
You cough and stick out a hand for him to help you up. “Shut up.” you protest, letting go of his paw. “It was not that funny.”
“That was hilarious!” He roars, making you turn around and stalk toward the Warren.