#deckard lee

 “Prettyyy Patriiick! Ham-ham son wee! (I would do anything for him!)” Puppycat squealed in his high-pitched voice. Bee hummed excitedly as she bat Puppycat’s bell collar, and conjured a pink letter from the bell. Bee began to respond to Puppycat when there was suddenly knocking at the door. The two craned their necks up to see a boy walking in through the door. A light-skinned boy spotted Bee and Puppycat on the floor. 

  “Oh- Uh, sorry, Bee. I wanted to bring you this lava lamp- lava- lasagna- I made. It’s still warm.” The boy, Deckard, blinked his heterochromatic eyes. He closed the door behind him as Bee set Puppycat down and popped off the floor. 

 “Ooh, a lunch for my lunchbox! Thanks, Deckard!” Bee ran up to Deckard and scooped the pan of lasagna from his hands.

“Lunchbox? I didn’t know you had one.” Deckard scratched the back of his neck as Bee filled her mouth with yummy lasagna. 

 “Mmm- I don’t have one yet- mmph- but I’m gonna soon.” Bee said in-between bites. 

 Bee had a sudden idea just as Deckard was turning towards the door. 

 “Well, I should probably get back to Cass, I have to clean the kitchen-” Deckard looked down to where Bee had slapped her hand around his wrist. 

 “Deckard, you should come with me to my temp job! It’ll be fun!” Bee set her lasagna down on the table as Deckard had a nervous expression. 

 “Oh uh- I’m not sure if I can-” 

 “Too late!” Bee produced her pink letter and slapped the face of it, transporting the two into Fishbowl Space. Deckard floated upside down with his feet over his head. 

 “Wha! Bee- my slipper’s gonna fall!” Bee looked over calmly to Deckard, her hair trailing behind her as they floated down gracefully from the portal in her living room. She reached up a hand to grab Deckard’s slipper. 

 “Pfft- silly. Slippers don’t fall in space.” She slid Deckard’s slipper on for him, and gave him a sneaky scritch near his heel. Deckard kicked as they appeared infront of Temp Bot. 

 “Temp Bot! We need a job, quickly! Pleeeeeease! Anything you got!” Bee pleaded, Temp Bot’s eyes scanning over the two. 

 “Well a ‘hello’ would be nice, first. But, I do have a job for you. The Bun people on Rabbitoba have been feeling sad lately. It’ll be your job to cheer them up! When you’re successful, you’ll be paid. Stand still for uniform assignment.” Temp bot made two outfits materialize on Bee and Deckard. The two wore matching outfits of white clothes covered in a pattern of different smiling faces. 

 “Oooh my god my boots are smiling!! The mission shouldn’t be too hard! Come on, Deckard.” Bee fell into Temp Bot’s mouth with a nervous Deckard trailing behind her. 

 “Uh, Bee? I really have to get back to- mmph-” Deckard walked face-first into Bee’s giant poof of hair, his mouth muffled with the cushion. 

 “Oh Deckard, isn’t this place cuuute?” Bee chirped as she plucked a flower out of the earth. “It’s adorable in here.” The sky was an Easter egg pink and blue, with huge fluffy clouds and candy green grass. Rolling hills were covered in little white flowers, and trees bore yummy looking fruit. 

 “Yes it’s...cute. Look, Bee, I uh...have to get back to-” 

  “Oh the help! The help has arrived!” Bee and Deckard turned around to see a small community of bunny people, which were bunnies that could speak. They looked like any other bunny; their colors ranging from white to black with brown and mixed colors in-between, but they looked bigger and softer than normal bunnies. 

 “Awww my goodness! Look at you guys!” Bee scooped up a white bunny into her arms and snuggled it against her cheek. 

 “What’s your name little guy?” She asked warmly. 

 “Steve.” The bunny replied in a low gruff voice. “Let go of me, my wife is watching.” 

 “Op- sorry..” Bee released Steve and looked toward the leader of the bunny people. 

 “Great helpers of Fishbowl Space. My name is Archibald. Do not call me Archie, please. We crave entertainment desperately. What do you have for us?” Archibald was a small black bunny with white feet and a pink nose. He had a small red cape fastened around his neck to signify his status as king. 

 Bee held her chin to think while Deckard looked around at all the bunnies. There were certainly a lot, and more coming out of little holes in the ground which he assumed were their homes. Were the homes furnished? Bunny furniture... 

 “Aw, I got it!” Bee snapped her fingers, which snapped Deckard out of his thoughts. “We will entertain you by singing!” The bunnies all took a seat, preparing for the song, except for two curious bunny children that slunk off to the side. 

 Bee clasped her hands infront of her and began to sing the first song that came to mind. 

 “Don’t be sad, I’m still your dad. I’d be there if I could. I sure hope that you’re not broke, and everything’s been running good.” Bee sang wonderfully, but the bunnies were getting antsy. They wanted something more physical, and the song wasn’t doing it for them. 

 Deckard crossed his arms and checked his watch, when he felt fluffy sensations on the outsides of his ankles. Deckard twitched and looked down to find two bunny children snuggling up by his slippered feet. He didn’t want to interrupt Bee’s singing, but this was starting to feel a certain way-

 “Psst! Hey! Go back to your- seheats!” Deckard slapped his hands over his mouth while the bunnies cuddled into his bare skin. Their whiskers were dusting past the tops of his bare feet, and it was driving him a little batty. 

 “Way to go at keepin’ on going, have a happy birthday.” Bee finished the song with a smile on her face, but she realized the attention wasn’t on her anymore. “Huh? Where did every-” She turned around to see that Deckard had fallen on his back, and the bunnies had started to swarm him and nuzzle their noses in him. 

 Deckard’s cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment at the situation. He had bunnies snuggling in his sides and climbing in his armpits, pawing at his knees and sniffing in his ears. It was all too light and tingly!! 

 “Aaah! Bee help mehehe! This is too- teeheehee! Ticklish! Ack!” Deckard’s slippers had been stolen. Bunnies started cuddling and surrounding his bare feet in fluffiness. 

 “Mmm, I dunno Deckard~ The bunnies seem to be pretty entertained. What do you guys think?” The bunnies all squeaked in agreeance. “Well then, that settles it! Now let’s see.” Bee folded her dress underneath her so she can sit on it properly, and started scribbling her fingers into Deckard’s tummy. Deckard narrowed his eyes and started giggling heartily. 

 “Beehehehee! This ihihihisn’t hehehelping!” Deckard tried his best to cover up his tummy with his hands, but there were bunnies underneath his arms and he didn’t want to hurt them. 

 “Deckard, we have to entertain them and this is what they wanna do! Don’t disappoint them!” Bee’s fingers started scritching into his lower tummy and hips, which Deckard had to be careful to not kick his legs in protest. 

 “Stahahap! Beehehee plehehease!” Bee’s tickling along with the bunnies crowding him in fluff and twitchy whiskers made the situation too sensitive. Deckard felt like he could feel everything all at once. 

 “I remember when you were an itty bitty baby and you used to looooove tickles~ You would wanna play tickle games all night long, and you would lift up your shirt and show me where you wanted me to tickle next. It was so cuuuute!” Bee remembered Deckard’s love for tickles as a child fondly, while still targeting tickle spots at random. Deckard was squirming and trying to avoid as many tickles as possible while the bunnies still crowded him. 

“Okahahay Bee I get- I gehehet it! Cahahan hehehelp mehehe??” Deckard was starting to get red in the face. Due to his consistent squirming, his shirt rode up a bit. A bunny noticed this new opening and nosed his way inside Deckard shirt. The fuzziness of the bunnies fur brushed up the length of Deckard’s side. 

 The white-haired boy gave a manly squeal and tried not to flail so much so he wouldn’t hurt the bunny. 

 “Ahahaha no!! Bunnehehee plehehease! Gehehet ohohout of thehehere!” Deckard squinted his heterochromatic eyes in laughter as more bunnies followed suite by traveling up his tummy. 

 “Aww! Everyone thinks you’re warm and cuddly, Deckard. That’s so cuuute~” Deckard was belly laughing at this stage, which in turn made his body warmer to the touch. The amount of twitching whiskers, fluffs brushing against his skin, little paws pressing against his belly to walk, and dusting bunny tails made Deckard want to yell. Not to mention Bee scribbling and pinching any exposed skin she found, which was Deckard’s belly and hips at the moment. 

 “Nohoho it’s nohohot! Bunniehehes mehehercy!!” Bee looked around at Deckard’s situation and realized it had progressed while she was focused on his tummy. Two heavier bunnies were laying on Deckard’s ankles, and a small revolving circle of bunnies passed by Deckard’s feet like a moving fluff machine. Bee didn’t know bunnies could be so creative. With this method, Deckard’s bare feet never got a break from the brushing of fluffy fur, whiskers or bunny tails being used against them. 

 Deckard’s toes curled and his fists started to clench from not moving as much as he’d like to be. “Alright you guys, Deckard looks a little tired. Maybe we can, you know, lessen it a little?” The bunnies perked their heads up and stopped the tickling momentarily. Deckard breathed in and wiped his forehead of a light sweat, his heart beating from the activity. 

 “You okay Deckard? You took it like a champ.” Bee smiled down at Deckard, making his face redder than it already was. 

 “Y-Yeah.. I’m fine. Just a little tilted- tilt- tired. That’s all.” Deckard felt sniffing by his ear, making him squeak and giggle again. 

 “Tehehee! Aaah, come here little guy. Aww, what’s your name?” Deckard scooped up the bunny while still on his back and held the bunny up to the sky. 

 “Steve. Again. Let me go, my boss is watching.” 

 “Oh- sorry.” Deckard released the bunny and sat up to stretch. “Jeez, you guys know how to uh...do your thing. Heh-” Deckard sat criss-cross applesauce to hide his feet and any other bare parts of his body. 

 “Yes, the Bun people of Rabbitoba thank you for your service.” Archibald, the leader of the Buns spoke. “Our spirits have been lifted!” The bun people gave hoots and shouts and gave thanks to Bee and Deckard. Deckard stood up with Bee, while two bunnies gave him his slippers back. 

 “It was no trouble! It was really fun actually. I’m glad we were able to help you buns.” Bee smiled while Deckard scratched his neck nervously. 

 “Uhh- yeah, it was fun. E-Embarrassing but...fun.” The leader of the Bun people gave a signal, presumably to prepare Bee and Deckard’s payment. 

 “To give thanks to your generosity, we present to you 1000 Bunny Bucks, which you can only redeem in Rabbitoba.” A white bunny approached with the money, to which Bee knelt down to pick up.

 “Oh uh, we need cash for our world. I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but I don’t think anything would be of use to us on...Rabbitoba.” Deckard knelt down to receive his 1000 Bunny Bucks, which he kinda just stuffed in his pocket. 

 “Nonsense! All creature comforts you can find on your world are also commodities of Rabbitoba. See for yourself!” The bunny directed the attention of Bee and Deckard to a storefront that looked like anything they would find back home. 

 There was even a Limited Edition Pretty Patrick Lunchbox in the display window of the store. Bee’s eyes turned into moons as she squealed with happiness and ran into the store. 

 “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!! I have it!! Aaah Deckard look!!” Bee ran over with her new lunchbox and jumped up and down excitedly. Deckard smiled at her excitedly and raked his eggshell hair back. 

 “Thank you Bun people. We’ll be on our way now.” Deckard spoke for Bee and himself and placed his hand on her back.

 “Safe travels! And do come back anytime!~” The leader spoke, all the bunnies waving goodbye and wishing them well.

 Deckard guided Bee back to the opening of Fishbowl space, Bee still oozing over her lunchbox. 

 “I’m glad I got to help you get your lunchbox, Bee. You deserve it.” Deckard said genuinely. Bee looked up from her lunchbox and at Deckard. She reached up on her tippy-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. 

 “Thanks, Deckard. You’re the best.”