#blindybun coded

"Hey! Blindfold!" Bunster called out. "Over here!" Blindy trudged over, exasperation emanating from him. "What now?" He sighed. Bunster smirked. "Eh, just wanted to fuck with you." Blindy groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Bunster, if you call me over for one more stupid thing -" Bunster suddenly stood up, more assertive. "Stupid? Hah..." He tried to spit back a smart remark, but he couldn't think of anything. "Look over there! Is that Silvie?" Blindy immediately whipped around, allowing a very small window of time for Bunster to distract him. Bunster quickly slapped him upside the head. Blindy flinched from the impact but didn't show any sort of pain. In a quick reaction, he grabbed Bunster's arm and flipped him onto the ground. "FUCK!" Bunster spat. "You'll pay for that, you fucking-!" Bunster was cut off by Blindy firmly planting a hand on his chest. "Don't attempt to fight me, jester." Bunster, at this point, was a red mess.

Blindy leaned in. "Are we gonna have a proble- AH!" Bunster flipped him quickly onto the floor. Blindy slammed against the ground, taking a second to recover. Bunster quickly rolled onto Blindy, raising his fist. Kiwi sat off to the side, sipping coffee from a large mug that honestly took the whole coffee pot to fill. She had painted it herself, and writing on it said, "Just kiss already" in cursive. At the point in the fight, Bunster was already struggling. No, I CAN'T let him win. He's gonna dangle his stupid little victory over my head, and- Bunster's thoughts were cut off, with Blindy throwing him into one of the stands. A painful crack resonated from where Bunster just landed. "F-fuck..." He muttered. Kiwi winced. "That's gonna leave a mark." Bunster attempted to sit up, but their fight managed to take a toll. He stumbled into a standing position, raising his fists. Blindy scoffed. "I could knock you over with a poke." Bunster growled in anger, lunging at Blindy. Blindy held him back with a paw, pushing him to the ground. Bunster's eyes flashed with something hidden, but he quickly pushed it down in favor of spite. Blindy walked away, and Bunster just laid down on the ground, sighing with frustration.

Later that night, Bunster sat outside in the grass, holding his head in his hands. Blindy came out of one of the tents, sitting beside him. "Bunster." Bunster scoffs. "Blindfold. Here to taunt me about your stupid fucking victory?" Blindy held Bunster's shoulder, turning the battered rabbit to face him. "No. But something's going on, deeper." Blindy checked Bunster over for any large injuries, and once he verified nothing was broken, he grasped Bunster's other shoulder. "You don't have this hard, 'I'm a big tough guy' exterior for nothing. You're hurting." Bunster let out a bitter laugh. "Hah, getting thrown into a circus stand will do that to you."

"No." Blindy murmured. "You're hurting mentally. Something happened to you as a child, I'm guessing?" Bunster froze. Blindy took mental note. "Bunster? What happened?" Bunster shoved him away. Blindy yanked him onto the grass. "You went red. But you're outwardly homophobic to mostly everyone except Kiwi. Why is that?" Bunster squirmed away. "Stop trying to be my damn therapist, I'm fine." Blindy scoffed. "Pfft, yeah. Sure." Bunster quickly whipped around. "Listen! How the hell do YOU know how my goshdamn family life was like? What if I was loved? what if -" Bunster paused. Blindy gave him a look. "Exactly." Bunster sighed angrily. "Fine! You got me. I had shitty parents, happy?" Blindy gently pulled Bunster close. "And they made you think that homophobia was ok?" Bunster nodded. "And due to that influence, you're projecting?" Blindy sighs, nodding again. "I want to come out, but I don't want anyone to think I'm trying to get on their good side... and... I just..." Bunster holds his face in his hands. "Well, try with me?"

"What?"

"Try coming out with me." Blindy repeated. Bunster sighed. "Fine." Mustering up the courage, he readjusted his sitting position. "Blindy... I'm..." Bunster takes a breath, gripping his shirt for comfort. "I'm... pansexual." Blindy holds his shoulder. "See, that wasn't so bad, right?" Bunster lets out a shaky exhale, lying back on the grass. After a moments consideration, Blindy laid down beside him, crossing his hands over his stomach. Bunster glanced over. "Hey, Blindy?"

"Hm?"

"You helped pull me out of a dark place. Thanks, I guess."

"You're welcome, Bunster."