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#Why you gotta do the bunny so dirty smh. this borderline animal cruelty
heartfullofleeches · 1 year
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*slams fist and face and face and other fist into my bedroom wall* huhhhgnnshghhh…. HUYGGGGHHSNNNBGGGGG…. UR CAFE AU UR CAFE AYEWWWWWW!!!!!!!
what if… what reader was a little tease you know… they have such a sweet bunny baby wanting their attention all the time!! i really want to open my arms and motion for clyde to run into them and hug me but at the last moment i close them/step aside!! ohhh the look on his face would be so dejected… :3c but that’s so cute!! i’ll kiss him and hold him lots to make him feel better after!!
"Spot! Come here, boy!"
Clyde's ear twitches at your call; heart gushing at the sight of your outstretched arms. The only home more sound that his own. The start to his day had been lackluster to say the least, but seeing you was an insant mood change. He looks around, wondering if you're actually referring to him, but the reverberations of his nickname confirm the theory as just.
He shoves his coat off faster than usual, tossing it in the general direction of the rack as he hurries to your beck. He starts off slow, but as he passes the waiting booth he's near sprint, your fellow coworkers aware of his reservation and loyalty to you. Your warm smile soothes his aching soul; tarnished spirit unaware of the sinster plan hidden behind it. For now, and possibly ever- it would remain his only source of joy. The comfort from a cruel world only known in your sweet embrace. It's all he needed after a hard day-
But something he could not have.
Your smile grows wider. Clyde is left puzzled- till he nearly trips over his own feet as you step aside. You pet the rabbit's head as dejection stamps into his chest.
"Good morning!~"
Clyde's breathing becomes quicker. Not even the sound of your sweet laughter can fight the pain clawing up his neck. He leaves it out in a hyperventilating gasp; clutching his palms to his heart. It hurts so much-Why?
Deep down he knows it's just a joke, but the playful rejection is the same as tossing him out on the streets in his eyes. Casting him from the only love he's known in current times. What did he do do deserve this feeling? Did he do something wrong? He sees all the other customers of the cafe and remembers your attention is fleeting. Every second he's not here, you're catering to someone else. His comfort. His warmth. Their prize to steal. He tries to swallow the fear, but the hot saltwater pouring down his cheeks steals his motor functions away. He sobs.
"Spot?"
Your words don't reach him at first. Shaking him gently does nothing. It's when you pull him into your arms that he begins to wail. Clutching onto your uniform and burying his face so deep in your chest it was like he was trying to break directly through to your heart.
"Master- please don't do that again! Please don't leave me! I promise I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say! Just..just.. please never do that to me.."
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