TheBlondeRabbit

-Geh; Well his hat fell off when they hit the ground. Not that he could feel it, well the pressure just went away and was replaced with a different sensation on his face- Tch.. -He bit his tongue which hurt and he semi glared up at the bluette- You’re acting like a kuudere-chan. -He smirked, hoping he wasn’t going to taste blood that was unpleasant.-

“Shut up you fowl mouth brat.” Pull pull pull. He was not in the mood to be nice, not after the bunny ears, the nick names, wanting to PUT HIN IN A CAGE. Pinches his nose and pulls!

-Rolling his eyes he stared up at him- “Are you going to attempt to make me? Shouldn’t you worry about your prince-charming getting double teamed now...?” -The blonde tilted his head to look at his two brothers and the blushing Ribster before looking back at Aoba. The only sensation he felt was pressure that made it uncomfortable to breathe and a bit of blood pooling in his mouth. Damn it.-

Bunnies

-The Rhymer flinched at the voice, right, he wasn’t alone. The bunny was curled up in his arms nuzzling into him. But still the blonde was acting strangely. The last memory he had was a black and white bun like this…. Plain white walls and a locked door that never opened. The buns could have been from the same litter. He tried to be fierce but his voice cracked- Of course I’m fine. -Damn it, he mentally cursed himself. This sucks, this is the last person he wanted to see this state, for various reasons. This Ribster was the biggest competition he had.-

Well it was obvious this guy wasnt okay, but it didnt seem right to point it out either, luckily he knew where to get a few things when he was searching the house, Mizuki plops one of the blankets he found on Noiz and just sort of quietly sits nearby. “If you want I can make dinner or something?” He doesnt know what else he can do to help, and he feels kind of responsible for the situation.

-He was quiet, he really didn’t care the other was looking around. There wasn’t anything here worth stealing besides the alchohol or the computers. His eyes closed he flinched at the pressure of the blanket and looked up.- . . . -For a moment he just stared before asking- Why do you even care. . . you don’t get anything out of it. -Noiz felt his throat tightening, but there was no threat of tears, he stopped crying years ago. He didn’t know if he was capable of it anymore. It was just another numbness to his list-

-Geh; Well his hat fell off when they hit the ground. Not that he could feel it, well the pressure just went away and was replaced with a different sensation on his face- Tch.. -He bit his tongue which hurt and he semi glared up at the bluette- You’re acting like a kuudere-chan. -He smirked, hoping he wasn’t going to taste blood that was unpleasant.-

-Smirk- I highly doubt you’ll smack us Aoba-chan you seem to be getting more and more into the suggestion. -Shakes his head- You’re always full of surprises.

“Aoba~ You make such a cute bunny! Can’t we lock you up and keep you as our pet forever?

-Pouts slightly- Aw you don’t want to live with us forever? 

“O-oi! Don’t throw me in your Fetish group!” Oh god its like taking care of two children and his face was getting redder by the second. “Stop that, I am not cute!” 

“Fetish group? C'mon Aoba, he’s just proving a point. Ao-bun is definitely cuter~” He nearly purred for emphasis, a wide smirk pulling his lips as he reached up to flick one of the ears. “Adorable, blushing blue-bunny.”

Now he WAS BEING BULLIED. “You two knock it off, this is not funny.” Swats at the hands with a huff. “This is so mean, I’m older then you!” Glares at the twins. 

-Hums- It’s far from funny; We’re just being honest Aoba. -He poked the bluette’s cheek- Does it matter if you’re older? It’s only a couple years -He knew better than to say he didn’t act it-

// Casually glides in. the-blonde-rabbit See what you’ve done? Made the poor Aoba mun flustered. What’s a mun to do when they’ve got more than one Noiz’s attention?

(-covers face- oh god too many hot rabbits, I cANT. -hides in a box-)

Mizuki gave up the search after a minute, it probably wasnt that polite to raid the other man’s stash, so he returned. And then he was immensely confused, he cautiously steps closer to the figure huddled on the ground, one arm reaching out to shake his shoulder gently. “Are you okay?”

-The Rhymer flinched at the voice, right, he wasn't alone. The bunny was curled up in his arms nuzzling into him. But still the blonde was acting strangely. The last memory he had was a black and white bun like this.... Plain white walls and a locked door that never opened. The buns could have been from the same litter. He tried to be fierce but his voice cracked- Of course I'm fine. -Damn it, he mentally cursed himself. This sucks, this is the last person he wanted to see this state, for various reasons. This Ribster was the biggest competition he had.-

Jump at the grab and wiggle about. Damn he should have been faster. “Tsk, I think little brats should just pout and get over it.” Looking off to the side, the captive one folded his arms, “besides I don’t have time to play..things I need to do.” ‘More people to piss off’

-Smirk- There's plenty of time to trouble others later Aoba. I'll make sure you're properly rewarded for using this for the first time. -The blonde hummed teasingly and muttered by his ear- You know you'll enjoy it so why fight it?