She softly laughs as she listens to the li’l guy drone on, the only evidence of it being the subtle bobbing of her shoulders, but it all grinds to a halt when she’s asked the specifics about her colour palette. Honey seems to blanch for a moment or two, giving the back of her head a scratch as she tries to come up with a way to answer his question. Even after all this time, she hadn’t ever been asked something like that, much less thought of how she’d go about explaining how she came to be.
The bear clears her throat awkwardly before choking out a response. “Well, uh, yeah you could say that,” she doesn’t actually specify what option she means. “S’pose I just like blue.”
And, after her offer was rejected, she nodded sagely as she answered. “Let’s just say, I have my reasons. But if you’re concerned about getting hurt ya don’t need to be. I’m more than capable of protecting you if need be.” Honey went to reach for her concealed weapon in the big pack that rested on her back, but changed her mind abruptly, fearing she’d scare the poor bun away. Instead, she pretended like she’d intended to scratch her ear as he agreed. “I’d really appreciate it! Maybe you’d be able to give me something of a history lesson on this particular location, too. Let’s walk, shall we?”
Honey motions again for him to follow before starting her journey towards the security office, somewhere in the back. “Anything and everything you know will help me immensely. So feel free to divulge as much as you like.”
The rabbit didn’t indicate whether or not he seemed to notice her little verbal sidestep, and merely appeared to accept the answer without question. “‘Kay, guess that makes sense.” His easy dismissal may have been a sign that he already got bored - though it was more likely an attempt to avoid a more confrontational subject. Origins were either a happy or sad story for them; no where in between!
Instead, he allowed the subject to instead focus on the more interesting topic. His large ears tilted back as he lifted his head to peer around up at the walls, seemingly looking beyond the walls and into the rooms beyond - or rather, picturing those rooms. Trying to imagine something of worth to mention...
“Well- I guess that’s nice of you?” He admitted, though his tone lacked any negative judgement or criticism, “I’d rather just run away though - and that would mean you’re the one who’s gonna get left in a bunch of trouble, cause you can’t follow me.” He warned, duo-colored optics narrowing and focusing on her taller stature, “Least, I don’t think you could... You’re too big for the ceiling vents.” Being child-sized, it seemed the bunny had the sense to completely evade conflict, even if he could confront something.
The building really wasn’t all to big, or impressive. Most of it was the typical abandoned building routine; cobwebs, dust, empty crates, boxes, and broken, unusable debris on the floor. Even less impressive, the building had a grand total of four different rooms - none of which contained anything too interesting. But he’d let her figure that out for herself, only helpfully mentioning during their small walk, “I don’t know much about this place... ‘cept that it’s empty now. It was always closed.” At least, it had always been closed when he was here. That seemed to be all the useful information he had to offer... “But- y’know. Anyone can get in here. The uh, the homeless folk get kinda testy in the winter times, so... just watch out.”
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