♡ bunny ♡

andrina: it is! it’s most fun when ur just goofing around, tho andrina: glad you did!!! it’s nice to meet you too andrina: ok, well… my dad likes these elaborate parties. fancy dress, piano playing, champagne kinda things andrina: and to show just how desperate I am i’ll even let you borrow a fancy dress! unless u have one of course….

Addy: hey hey! can i use you as a model?

andrina: okay I *know* tinder probably isn’t the best for this but! andrina: my dad’s got this thing this weekend and they can get sooooo boring andrina: oh! i’m Andrina by the way andrina: i mean duh, my profile says it but anyway andrina: are u free this weekend?

“Yeah, totally. I wouldn’t be offering if I did,” he reassured, nudging the basket closer toward her work space. Of course, he made sure to snatch a few fries for himself and plop them in his mouth. “I totally suck at anything having to do with romance,” he added. “I don’t have a whole lot of experience on all that lovey dovey junk. I’m a pretty good friend, though. Does that count for something?”

She abandons her pencil and trades it in for a french fry, flipping her sketch book closed with her free hand. Though she just about dropped it as he continued speaking, “Lovey dovey junk?” Missy was sure she could feel her heart shattering. “You, my good sir, need to watch a romance movie and then you’ll have some knowledge.” She was no expert herself, if you counted knowledge by experience that was. Taking a bite of the fry she gave a nod, “Friendship is just as important, if not more important than romance. I’d say platonic love is sometimes what even leads to something more romantic.” A dreamy sigh escaped her, “so, movie night?”

You and Missy have liked each other.

“I don’t know a thing about relationships,” Nibs admitted, sliding into the booth with a basket of fries. “But that sounds pretty cool. Ever thought about writing that down into a poem? It sounds pretty fancy.” Granted, most things were fairly fancy to Nibs, so perhaps he wasn’t the best person to ask for input. “Speaking of food for thought though, want some fries? You look like you could use a snack break.”

She swipes a few of her designs out of the way with her free hand so he has more room, “romantic or relationships in general? Because I’m sure you know more than you think.” It’s not really hard to believe, surely everyone has some knowledge hidden in their minds. “A poem?” She shakes her head, “I’m not really the best with words,” though she gives a slight nod toward the table. “I’ll stick with drawing. How about you write the poem?” There’s an offer of food and the blonde glances from Nibs to the fries and back again. “You don’t mind?”

“I- uh…..what?” Jim blinked twice- no three times over, her words hanging over him like a wake up call he had not asked for. “I mean…I guess…maybe…I’m not sure what you mean though or why you’re telling me this exactly….” It was an absolutely absurd thought for Jim to ever consider someone making him stronger in such a way, having been used to people just leaving instead. Of course Zarina came to mind though- whether he liked it or not. Maybe the two of them were sticking around each other because eventually they would help each other become better people. “I guess it might be true though. I dunno.”

Aurora had to stop and admire the handiwork of the girl sitting at one of the booths in Flo’s place. She loved art and she loved nature, so she was mesmerised by the speed and dexterity with which she worked. Forgetting that she was hovering, she laughed a little sheepishly when the girl addressed her. “That’s an incredibly deep and complex question,” she pondered, “but I can see exactly what you mean. People are just like plants in that way.” Aurora nodded, looking at the girl when she glanced up from her paper. “We need each other to thrive.” It certainly was food for thought. “You’re very talented by the way,” she gestured to her sketch with a smile, “how long have you been working on it, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“You do?” There’s genuine excitement in her voice as she hears the other agree, though she quickly pulls it back. A small sheepish smile replaces the wide grin that previously graced her face. “Do you have people like that in your life? The ones that help you grow?” Surely everyone must, right? The thought is quickly abandoned, her smile meeting her eyes finally. “Oh, thank you! I mostly focus on fashion design, so my drawings tend to take the back burner,” she gives a little nod to the concept designs that are thrown around the table. “But this one has only taken maybe two weeks altogether. Do you draw?”

Taelim had his mouth covered lightly by a checkerboard yellow and brown scarf, even inside. His stance at a glance appeared relaxed, tucked into a booth near the far back, beanie flattening his hair against his forehead and bundled up. He probably should have stayed home, since he wasn’t feeling well, but Tae was incredibly stubborn, desiring to get some comfort food into his stomach before he had to get to campus then on stage for the musical he was currently a lead in– he couldn’t be sick dammit.

He has been watching Missy work in her sketch book for a little while. He probably should have stopped over and said hey, but there was a comfort in seeing her in her element. When the stranger stopped by and blocked his view of her, he waved for the waitress. “Can you send my friend Missy, the woman over there in that booth, her favorite sweet? She’s working hard ya know? I always worry she will get too deep into it and forget to treat herself.” 

It takes her a minute to convince the other of what she’s saying. And before long they’ve wandered off, her attention slowly crawling back to her sketch as she sketches out the leaves of a plant. Figuring she’s in the clear she starts to hum, a flowering plant starting to grow on the page - it’s only then that the waitress stops by setting a brownie down with a smile before walking away. There’s a protest caught in her throat - that she didn’t order this but it only takes a short scan of the diner to see what she needs to see. Or a who, rather.

Gathering her things she wastes no time making her way to him, “Is this seat taken?” Though she doesn’t wait for a response, assuming she already knows the answer and sliding in. Breaking the brownie in half she slides part of it towards Taelim, “always looking out for me, aren’t you?” Though she quirks an eyebrow, “why do you look like winter came early this year?”

Kristoff came to Flo’s because he was bored, and also in dire need of some food. He was munching on a burger when he noticed the girl occupying almost one booth to herself. Well, it was really different sketches that almost filled the table in front of her. Not many would know, but Kristoff was also an artist of sorts. A well-kept secret though, but if anyone was really persistent enough, they’d discover dozens of tapes on original songs and lute compositions…and a box of polaroids of all the little ice sculptures he had done and then discarded immediately.

He slowly approached the girl, still chewing on his burger. He raised an eyebrow at what the girl immediately said at his approach though. “I didn’t know Flo’s could actually bring out these deep thoughts though,” he simply said, after swallowing the food in his mouth. “Nice drawing, by the way,” he added, pointing to her sketch.

The corner of her mouth raises ever so slightly in a smirk. “Maybe it’s not the setting you’re in that brings out the thoughts. Maybe it’s the people. But let’s try it out, you can tell me if you have a deep thought and whether it’s influenced by Flo’s or someone in here.” There’s a chance it might not happen, of course, but she’s almost positive that somewhere in their conversation he’ll have a profound thought - maybe just as obscure as her thought was that brought him over here. “Oh! Thank you,” her gaze drops to the drawing and then back to him. “You look like a something of an artist yourself, or am I off my game today?”

Hi I’m Britt, I’m here to type for Missy aka Miss Bunny. Under the cut you will find loads a few things !! But mostly headcanons, a pinterest board and how excited I am to be here.