shun-me:

le—chat—noir:

      ● “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Chesh… Wonder what that silly feline is up to now…” No. He wasn’t worried at all. Of course not, he was a lazy black cat. And lazy black cats didn’t worry over anything…　

    ♗; “Unbelievable,” the rabbit remarked flatly, not even bothering to look up from his book as he skipped through the pages. “Who would have thought anyone but the Duchess would be concerned about that useless creature? I suppose cats aren’t as solitary as is being said.”

spinning-nightmares:

He trotted closer towards the other-leaning forward to take a closer look on his eye-patch. How curious this was and the expression on his face was rather apathic as well. Dorian was intrigued—that was a fact.

“I am—Dorian and you?” He asked softly.

    ♗; Strange was added to the mental list. After a moment of thinking, the rabbit added not in an extraordinary unpleasant way to that. Strange usually irritated him, though most habitants of his homeland weren’t quite normal— often providing a great source of annoyance.

         ”It used to be White Rabbit, but since my fur no longer wears the colour it was meant for, I am called Bibwit,” he answered, glancing away before fixing his gaze back on the other.

spinning-nightmares:

• painted-rabbit started following you

He stared at the other for a while, standing up and brushing whatever imaginary dust had been on his pants. Taking a few steps towards him the mouse canted his head to the side.

“Hello?”

    ♗; Slow was the first word entering his mind when he looked at the red-head, lazy being the second. Or course, one could never be too sure, but the rabbit would rather not waste his time making up a proper impression.

            “Greetings,” he responded, nose wrinkling slightly.

speak-roughly:

chat-sans-sourire:

                ♘ ||  Just waves. 

    ♗; Just waves back.

(Source: painted-rabbit)