Dance Night| Closed RP
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“Allrhight Gids, don’t be nervous.”
Gideon’s pink van rumbled to a stop as he pulled into the grass lot set aside for parking. Tonight was the night of the annual Hopps family dance-off, and Gideon had taken extra care that he was primmed, primped, and properly prepared.
“Stay calm, stay calm. It’s not like ya just agreed this afternoon to dance in front of hundreds of lil bunnies or anything…”
The portly fox was trying to encourage himself while he killed the ignition to his van, opened the door, and slipped out of his driver’s seat to set foot on the cool grass.
His hair was parted neatly and slicked with gel, and his orange fur carried a sheen that spoke of a full afternoon of shampooing and brushing. He was dressed up in what he called his “Bun-day Best,” which for him only amounted to his cleanest and well-fitted pair of jeans, a pressed and buttoned short-sleeve shirt, and a supple faux-leather belt. His signature pink apron was naturally nowhere to be found.
He trotted on over to the back of his van and opened the doors, pulling from it a large, wide pink box that contained all the goodies he promised Judy earlier that day. Where some other more rustic folk might have shown up with a simple platter with foil over it, Gideon made darn sure his carrot-cake cupcakes and blueberry tarts were housed in something more presentable.
He hefted the box in both arms and slammed the doors of his van shut with a bump from his hip. Turning about, the bakerfox pressed his lips tightly together and squinted out over the sea of bunny ears that was steadily flowing over to where this dance was taking place. He would be fairly easy to pick out, as he stood about a foot taller than most bunnies present, on top of being the only ruddy-orange furball amongst the crown.
“Now, where did Judy say we were gonna meet…” he clicked his tongue, raising his box with his arms as he began to wade through the crowd.
