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@thehuntedrabbit
Intro !!
this will be the only OOC post for this account
author is 19 !! his acc is @transmanslut
MDNI. he said to tell you this is an ‘btd/ykmet oc’ account… whatever THAT is…
Here are my donts. thungs involving fetuses or babies (not like. abortion just mutilation or stuff liek that), scat, and transphobia 😘
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Strade coming home and giving his human captive affectionate side-smackies like a beer-gut dad greeting the family dog
A note was left on Erics pillow.
'Come outside. Made you a snack <3'
It was written in something sparkly and pink.
Eric reads the note... he's confused, not recognizing the handwriting. Who even left this? He folds the note up and stores it in his pocket before making his way to the cabin's front door.
He opens the door, peeking outside...
Harlan was sat in the grass. He had a pot of spaghetti and two plates in front of him.
Thought you might be.. hungry. Caught you something. Spaghetti is from a bag but I made the sauce myself.
That same pink liquid stained his shirt and was caked under his nails.
Oh! Harlan!
Eric walks towards him, closing the cabin door behind himself. He sits down in the grass across from the rabbit, a warm smile plastered on his face.
Hi. Caught me something? Well, i'm almost always hungry, so I'll definitely take some. I love spaghetti! I made some with ground deer the other day and I think both Ash and Mason liked it. I bet it'll be good!
Strange... Eric swears he's seen that pink stuff on Harlan's shirt before. Where has he seen that?
Made of something real special. I want you to guess. You get.. three tries and then I will tell ya, sound fair?
Harlan plated the spaghetti, holding one out to Eric before preparing himself one.
Hmm... 'kay. You aren't poisoning me, right?
Eric's eyes are narrowed. Harlan's words sound suspicious to him, but he still takes the plate anyways.
No. I like you. Plus, if you die where will I live?
Harlan took a bite of the spaghetti, swallowing, still watching Eric intently.
Hm...
Eric watches Harlan eat briefly, before he realizes that he doesn't seem hesitant to eat his own food at all. Then he finally shrugs and takes a bite.
It's good! For some strange reason it tastes sweet, but overall it's not bad spaghetti. Eric takes another bite. The pinkish-red sauce stains the corner of his mouth.
I dunno. What did you make it out of? Tastes... sweet.
Something white and annoying. Come on.. Guess! Thats half the phone.
Harlans foot started tapping against the ground, a nervous habit.
...Wait, the unicorn?! Did ya kill him!? You better not have!!! I'm supposed to do that!
Eric seems jealous about the idea of Harlan killing the unicorn. He wants to be the one to kill him!
Nah. Just.. cut off his leg. He said it would grow back. And look at the positives, he is slower now. Can’t run from you.
Harlan took another bite of his spaghetti.
And we get to share a meal together.
Ohh. Okay, that's cool, since it'll grow back. And true! Maybe i'll actually catch him wandering around. He's real fast, hard to catch.
Eric rambles, between bites of spaghetti. He seems much less irate now that he knows Zephyr is still alive for him to torment.
Yeah. I usually only eat with Mason and Ash, so it's nice to do something different.
Don’t want to try killing him, I shouldn’t get in fights. Not safe for the baby or whatever.
Harlan took a few more bites before setting his plate aside, starting to chew on his bottom lip.
I’m always nearby when you three are eating together, but its nice to be the uh.. hm. Main event? Is that even the right word.
Right. Speakin' of, I wanted to ask, uh... do you want to go to hospital to give birth or would you rather do that elsewhere?
Eric takes another bite of the spaghetti. His plate is nearly finished already.
You should eat with us for real one day. Mason's not much for conversation but it would be nice to have you anyways.
I don’t really care. I would rather have you there if thats not too much to ask.
Harlan put the lid on the pot. He tidied the area, putting his own cutlery and plate in a neat little stack.
If Mason is okay with me being there. I know me and him aren’t friends like we are.
Mkay. I just didn't know if you needed help. I've delivered a lot babies! A lot of animal babies but a few human as well.
Eric places his dirty place ontop of Harlan's, trying to keep the stack as neatly as Harlan made it the first time.
I'll ask. I know, but it might be good for him to eat dinner with someone that isn't me for once.
I helped my mom once but i don’t really know a lot. I can take care of them for the most part.
Harlan picked at his nails, hesitating before meeting Erics eyes.
As long as he doesn’t get like.. mad at me.
Good. If you ever need help don't hesitate to ask.
I don't think he would. If he does, we can just do this again.
Eric's tail sways slowly in the grass. He looks rather relaxed. Enjoying a meal outside always brings him joy.
Thank you Eric. Your a good friend.
I would like to do this again anyway, we dont spend enough one on one time.
Harlans foot had stopped the tapping. He let go of a breath he didnt know he was holding.
Yeah. It's no problem. Maybe we can, but I can cook something that time.
That sounds really nice.
*There are people in unknown white military clothing, marching through the area. Not marines, not US military. Who are they?*
Harlan slid down, grabbing a knife from the kitchen, he held it behind his back as he slowly approached the soldiers.
Who are you guys? Haven’t seen you around before. You stand out like sore thumbs.
*One of them, a person in a white balaclava, black beret and prominent shades on his face, turned around* Dane Spencer: "Hm?"
Who are you?
Harlan tucked the knife into his waistband.
Dane Spencer: "Me specifically, or the other two?"
All of you people.
Dane Spencer: "I'm Dane. These others are classified. I can only tell you my name, as the commander of the squad."
What squad? No one around here was told about your squad.
Dane Spencer: "We're here to retrieve radio equipment that was lost. We are just looking around."
Buy new equipment.
Harlans gaze narrowed, he was trying to hide his stomach with his arms.
Just.. Get out as soon as possible.
Dane Spencer: "It's military-grade equipment, you won't find that in a regular store. Besides, we don't get THAT MUCH funding to buy new stuff every month."
Just get this shit over with. Not safe to have people sniffing around.
Dane Spencer: "What do you mean by 'not safe'? You just don't like people snooping around this area?"
Maybe thats true. Dont want to deal with men with guns in my.. condition.
Dane Spencer: "What about your condition? How bad is it?"
Might be contagious. You never know.
Dane Spencer: "Do you have any questions for us?"
What do you do? What were you doing here in the first place?
Dane Spencer: "We are part of the NETO. We got Intel that military-grade equipment was lost in this area and got orders to retrieve it. A squad got assembled and deployed, I was assigned as it's commander."
What does NETO do?
Dane Spencer: "Ehhhhh... It's complicated. It'll take a while to explain. So, just consider us military, consisting of different branches, countries and nationalities."
I got all day Mr.Spencer. I don't like military sniffing around where they don't belong.
A note was left on Erics pillow.
'Come outside. Made you a snack <3'
It was written in something sparkly and pink.
Eric reads the note... he's confused, not recognizing the handwriting. Who even left this? He folds the note up and stores it in his pocket before making his way to the cabin's front door.
He opens the door, peeking outside...
Harlan was sat in the grass. He had a pot of spaghetti and two plates in front of him.
Thought you might be.. hungry. Caught you something. Spaghetti is from a bag but I made the sauce myself.
That same pink liquid stained his shirt and was caked under his nails.
Oh! Harlan!
Eric walks towards him, closing the cabin door behind himself. He sits down in the grass across from the rabbit, a warm smile plastered on his face.
Hi. Caught me something? Well, i'm almost always hungry, so I'll definitely take some. I love spaghetti! I made some with ground deer the other day and I think both Ash and Mason liked it. I bet it'll be good!
Strange... Eric swears he's seen that pink stuff on Harlan's shirt before. Where has he seen that?
Made of something real special. I want you to guess. You get.. three tries and then I will tell ya, sound fair?
Harlan plated the spaghetti, holding one out to Eric before preparing himself one.
Hmm... 'kay. You aren't poisoning me, right?
Eric's eyes are narrowed. Harlan's words sound suspicious to him, but he still takes the plate anyways.
No. I like you. Plus, if you die where will I live?
Harlan took a bite of the spaghetti, swallowing, still watching Eric intently.
Hm...
Eric watches Harlan eat briefly, before he realizes that he doesn't seem hesitant to eat his own food at all. Then he finally shrugs and takes a bite.
It's good! For some strange reason it tastes sweet, but overall it's not bad spaghetti. Eric takes another bite. The pinkish-red sauce stains the corner of his mouth.
I dunno. What did you make it out of? Tastes... sweet.
Something white and annoying. Come on.. Guess! Thats half the phone.
Harlans foot started tapping against the ground, a nervous habit.
...Wait, the unicorn?! Did ya kill him!? You better not have!!! I'm supposed to do that!
Eric seems jealous about the idea of Harlan killing the unicorn. He wants to be the one to kill him!
Nah. Just.. cut off his leg. He said it would grow back. And look at the positives, he is slower now. Can’t run from you.
Harlan took another bite of his spaghetti.
And we get to share a meal together.
Ohh. Okay, that's cool, since it'll grow back. And true! Maybe i'll actually catch him wandering around. He's real fast, hard to catch.
Eric rambles, between bites of spaghetti. He seems much less irate now that he knows Zephyr is still alive for him to torment.
Yeah. I usually only eat with Mason and Ash, so it's nice to do something different.
Don’t want to try killing him, I shouldn’t get in fights. Not safe for the baby or whatever.
Harlan took a few more bites before setting his plate aside, starting to chew on his bottom lip.
I’m always nearby when you three are eating together, but its nice to be the uh.. hm. Main event? Is that even the right word.
Right. Speakin' of, I wanted to ask, uh... do you want to go to hospital to give birth or would you rather do that elsewhere?
Eric takes another bite of the spaghetti. His plate is nearly finished already.
You should eat with us for real one day. Mason's not much for conversation but it would be nice to have you anyways.
I don’t really care. I would rather have you there if thats not too much to ask.
Harlan put the lid on the pot. He tidied the area, putting his own cutlery and plate in a neat little stack.
If Mason is okay with me being there. I know me and him aren’t friends like we are.
Mkay. I just didn't know if you needed help. I've delivered a lot babies! A lot of animal babies but a few human as well.
Eric places his dirty place ontop of Harlan's, trying to keep the stack as neatly as Harlan made it the first time.
I'll ask. I know, but it might be good for him to eat dinner with someone that isn't me for once.
I helped my mom once but i don’t really know a lot. I can take care of them for the most part.
Harlan picked at his nails, hesitating before meeting Erics eyes.
As long as he doesn’t get like.. mad at me.
Good. If you ever need help don't hesitate to ask.
I don't think he would. If he does, we can just do this again.
Eric's tail sways slowly in the grass. He looks rather relaxed. Enjoying a meal outside always brings him joy.
Thank you Eric. Your a good friend.
I would like to do this again anyway, we dont spend enough one on one time.
Harlans foot had stopped the tapping. He let go of a breath he didnt know he was holding.
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A note was left on Erics pillow.
'Come outside. Made you a snack <3'
It was written in something sparkly and pink.
Eric reads the note... he's confused, not recognizing the handwriting. Who even left this? He folds the note up and stores it in his pocket before making his way to the cabin's front door.
He opens the door, peeking outside...
Harlan was sat in the grass. He had a pot of spaghetti and two plates in front of him.
Thought you might be.. hungry. Caught you something. Spaghetti is from a bag but I made the sauce myself.
That same pink liquid stained his shirt and was caked under his nails.
Oh! Harlan!
Eric walks towards him, closing the cabin door behind himself. He sits down in the grass across from the rabbit, a warm smile plastered on his face.
Hi. Caught me something? Well, i'm almost always hungry, so I'll definitely take some. I love spaghetti! I made some with ground deer the other day and I think both Ash and Mason liked it. I bet it'll be good!
Strange... Eric swears he's seen that pink stuff on Harlan's shirt before. Where has he seen that?
Made of something real special. I want you to guess. You get.. three tries and then I will tell ya, sound fair?
Harlan plated the spaghetti, holding one out to Eric before preparing himself one.
Hmm... 'kay. You aren't poisoning me, right?
Eric's eyes are narrowed. Harlan's words sound suspicious to him, but he still takes the plate anyways.
No. I like you. Plus, if you die where will I live?
Harlan took a bite of the spaghetti, swallowing, still watching Eric intently.
Hm...
Eric watches Harlan eat briefly, before he realizes that he doesn't seem hesitant to eat his own food at all. Then he finally shrugs and takes a bite.
It's good! For some strange reason it tastes sweet, but overall it's not bad spaghetti. Eric takes another bite. The pinkish-red sauce stains the corner of his mouth.
I dunno. What did you make it out of? Tastes... sweet.
Something white and annoying. Come on.. Guess! Thats half the phone.
Harlans foot started tapping against the ground, a nervous habit.
...Wait, the unicorn?! Did ya kill him!? You better not have!!! I'm supposed to do that!
Eric seems jealous about the idea of Harlan killing the unicorn. He wants to be the one to kill him!
Nah. Just.. cut off his leg. He said it would grow back. And look at the positives, he is slower now. Can’t run from you.
Harlan took another bite of his spaghetti.
And we get to share a meal together.
Ohh. Okay, that's cool, since it'll grow back. And true! Maybe i'll actually catch him wandering around. He's real fast, hard to catch.
Eric rambles, between bites of spaghetti. He seems much less irate now that he knows Zephyr is still alive for him to torment.
Yeah. I usually only eat with Mason and Ash, so it's nice to do something different.
Don’t want to try killing him, I shouldn’t get in fights. Not safe for the baby or whatever.
Harlan took a few more bites before setting his plate aside, starting to chew on his bottom lip.
I’m always nearby when you three are eating together, but its nice to be the uh.. hm. Main event? Is that even the right word.
Right. Speakin' of, I wanted to ask, uh... do you want to go to hospital to give birth or would you rather do that elsewhere?
Eric takes another bite of the spaghetti. His plate is nearly finished already.
You should eat with us for real one day. Mason's not much for conversation but it would be nice to have you anyways.
I don’t really care. I would rather have you there if thats not too much to ask.
Harlan put the lid on the pot. He tidied the area, putting his own cutlery and plate in a neat little stack.
If Mason is okay with me being there. I know me and him aren’t friends like we are.
Mkay. I just didn't know if you needed help. I've delivered a lot babies! A lot of animal babies but a few human as well.
Eric places his dirty place ontop of Harlan's, trying to keep the stack as neatly as Harlan made it the first time.
I'll ask. I know, but it might be good for him to eat dinner with someone that isn't me for once.
I helped my mom once but i don’t really know a lot. I can take care of them for the most part.
Harlan picked at his nails, hesitating before meeting Erics eyes.
As long as he doesn’t get like.. mad at me.
*There are people in unknown white military clothing, marching through the area. Not marines, not US military. Who are they?*
Harlan slid down, grabbing a knife from the kitchen, he held it behind his back as he slowly approached the soldiers.
Who are you guys? Haven’t seen you around before. You stand out like sore thumbs.
*One of them, a person in a white balaclava, black beret and prominent shades on his face, turned around* Dane Spencer: "Hm?"
Who are you?
Harlan tucked the knife into his waistband.
Dane Spencer: "Me specifically, or the other two?"
All of you people.
Dane Spencer: "I'm Dane. These others are classified. I can only tell you my name, as the commander of the squad."
What squad? No one around here was told about your squad.
Dane Spencer: "We're here to retrieve radio equipment that was lost. We are just looking around."
Buy new equipment.
Harlans gaze narrowed, he was trying to hide his stomach with his arms.
Just.. Get out as soon as possible.
Dane Spencer: "It's military-grade equipment, you won't find that in a regular store. Besides, we don't get THAT MUCH funding to buy new stuff every month."
Just get this shit over with. Not safe to have people sniffing around.
Dane Spencer: "What do you mean by 'not safe'? You just don't like people snooping around this area?"
Maybe thats true. Dont want to deal with men with guns in my.. condition.
Dane Spencer: "What about your condition? How bad is it?"
Might be contagious. You never know.
Dane Spencer: "Do you have any questions for us?"
What do you do? What were you doing here in the first place?
Dane Spencer: "We are part of the NETO. We got Intel that military-grade equipment was lost in this area and got orders to retrieve it. A squad got assembled and deployed, I was assigned as it's commander."
What does NETO do?
A note was left on Erics pillow.
'Come outside. Made you a snack <3'
It was written in something sparkly and pink.
Eric reads the note... he's confused, not recognizing the handwriting. Who even left this? He folds the note up and stores it in his pocket before making his way to the cabin's front door.
He opens the door, peeking outside...
Harlan was sat in the grass. He had a pot of spaghetti and two plates in front of him.
Thought you might be.. hungry. Caught you something. Spaghetti is from a bag but I made the sauce myself.
That same pink liquid stained his shirt and was caked under his nails.
Oh! Harlan!
Eric walks towards him, closing the cabin door behind himself. He sits down in the grass across from the rabbit, a warm smile plastered on his face.
Hi. Caught me something? Well, i'm almost always hungry, so I'll definitely take some. I love spaghetti! I made some with ground deer the other day and I think both Ash and Mason liked it. I bet it'll be good!
Strange... Eric swears he's seen that pink stuff on Harlan's shirt before. Where has he seen that?
Made of something real special. I want you to guess. You get.. three tries and then I will tell ya, sound fair?
Harlan plated the spaghetti, holding one out to Eric before preparing himself one.
Hmm... 'kay. You aren't poisoning me, right?
Eric's eyes are narrowed. Harlan's words sound suspicious to him, but he still takes the plate anyways.
No. I like you. Plus, if you die where will I live?
Harlan took a bite of the spaghetti, swallowing, still watching Eric intently.
Hm...
Eric watches Harlan eat briefly, before he realizes that he doesn't seem hesitant to eat his own food at all. Then he finally shrugs and takes a bite.
It's good! For some strange reason it tastes sweet, but overall it's not bad spaghetti. Eric takes another bite. The pinkish-red sauce stains the corner of his mouth.
I dunno. What did you make it out of? Tastes... sweet.
Something white and annoying. Come on.. Guess! Thats half the phone.
Harlans foot started tapping against the ground, a nervous habit.
...Wait, the unicorn?! Did ya kill him!? You better not have!!! I'm supposed to do that!
Eric seems jealous about the idea of Harlan killing the unicorn. He wants to be the one to kill him!
Nah. Just.. cut off his leg. He said it would grow back. And look at the positives, he is slower now. Can’t run from you.
Harlan took another bite of his spaghetti.
And we get to share a meal together.
Ohh. Okay, that's cool, since it'll grow back. And true! Maybe i'll actually catch him wandering around. He's real fast, hard to catch.
Eric rambles, between bites of spaghetti. He seems much less irate now that he knows Zephyr is still alive for him to torment.
Yeah. I usually only eat with Mason and Ash, so it's nice to do something different.
Don’t want to try killing him, I shouldn’t get in fights. Not safe for the baby or whatever.
Harlan took a few more bites before setting his plate aside, starting to chew on his bottom lip.
I’m always nearby when you three are eating together, but its nice to be the uh.. hm. Main event? Is that even the right word.
Right. Speakin' of, I wanted to ask, uh... do you want to go to hospital to give birth or would you rather do that elsewhere?
Eric takes another bite of the spaghetti. His plate is nearly finished already.
You should eat with us for real one day. Mason's not much for conversation but it would be nice to have you anyways.
I don’t really care. I would rather have you there if thats not too much to ask.
Harlan put the lid on the pot. He tidied the area, putting his own cutlery and plate in a neat little stack.
If Mason is okay with me being there. I know me and him aren’t friends like we are.
*There are people in unknown white military clothing, marching through the area. Not marines, not US military. Who are they?*
Harlan slid down, grabbing a knife from the kitchen, he held it behind his back as he slowly approached the soldiers.
Who are you guys? Haven’t seen you around before. You stand out like sore thumbs.
*One of them, a person in a white balaclava, black beret and prominent shades on his face, turned around* Dane Spencer: "Hm?"
Who are you?
Harlan tucked the knife into his waistband.
Dane Spencer: "Me specifically, or the other two?"
All of you people.
Dane Spencer: "I'm Dane. These others are classified. I can only tell you my name, as the commander of the squad."
What squad? No one around here was told about your squad.
Dane Spencer: "We're here to retrieve radio equipment that was lost. We are just looking around."
Buy new equipment.
Harlans gaze narrowed, he was trying to hide his stomach with his arms.
Just.. Get out as soon as possible.
Dane Spencer: "It's military-grade equipment, you won't find that in a regular store. Besides, we don't get THAT MUCH funding to buy new stuff every month."
Just get this shit over with. Not safe to have people sniffing around.
Dane Spencer: "What do you mean by 'not safe'? You just don't like people snooping around this area?"
Maybe thats true. Dont want to deal with men with guns in my.. condition.
Dane Spencer: "What about your condition? How bad is it?"
Might be contagious. You never know.
Dane Spencer: "Do you have any questions for us?"
What do you do? What were you doing here in the first place?
*There are people in unknown white military clothing, marching through the area. Not marines, not US military. Who are they?*
Harlan slid down, grabbing a knife from the kitchen, he held it behind his back as he slowly approached the soldiers.
Who are you guys? Haven’t seen you around before. You stand out like sore thumbs.
*One of them, a person in a white balaclava, black beret and prominent shades on his face, turned around* Dane Spencer: "Hm?"
Who are you?
Harlan tucked the knife into his waistband.
Dane Spencer: "Me specifically, or the other two?"
All of you people.
Dane Spencer: "I'm Dane. These others are classified. I can only tell you my name, as the commander of the squad."
What squad? No one around here was told about your squad.
Dane Spencer: "We're here to retrieve radio equipment that was lost. We are just looking around."
Buy new equipment.
Harlans gaze narrowed, he was trying to hide his stomach with his arms.
Just.. Get out as soon as possible.
Dane Spencer: "It's military-grade equipment, you won't find that in a regular store. Besides, we don't get THAT MUCH funding to buy new stuff every month."
Just get this shit over with. Not safe to have people sniffing around.
Dane Spencer: "What do you mean by 'not safe'? You just don't like people snooping around this area?"
Maybe thats true. Dont want to deal with men with guns in my.. condition.
Dane Spencer: "What about your condition? How bad is it?"
Might be contagious. You never know.
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A note was left on Erics pillow.
'Come outside. Made you a snack <3'
It was written in something sparkly and pink.
Eric reads the note... he's confused, not recognizing the handwriting. Who even left this? He folds the note up and stores it in his pocket before making his way to the cabin's front door.
He opens the door, peeking outside...
Harlan was sat in the grass. He had a pot of spaghetti and two plates in front of him.
Thought you might be.. hungry. Caught you something. Spaghetti is from a bag but I made the sauce myself.
That same pink liquid stained his shirt and was caked under his nails.
Oh! Harlan!
Eric walks towards him, closing the cabin door behind himself. He sits down in the grass across from the rabbit, a warm smile plastered on his face.
Hi. Caught me something? Well, i'm almost always hungry, so I'll definitely take some. I love spaghetti! I made some with ground deer the other day and I think both Ash and Mason liked it. I bet it'll be good!
Strange... Eric swears he's seen that pink stuff on Harlan's shirt before. Where has he seen that?
Made of something real special. I want you to guess. You get.. three tries and then I will tell ya, sound fair?
Harlan plated the spaghetti, holding one out to Eric before preparing himself one.
Hmm... 'kay. You aren't poisoning me, right?
Eric's eyes are narrowed. Harlan's words sound suspicious to him, but he still takes the plate anyways.
No. I like you. Plus, if you die where will I live?
Harlan took a bite of the spaghetti, swallowing, still watching Eric intently.
Hm...
Eric watches Harlan eat briefly, before he realizes that he doesn't seem hesitant to eat his own food at all. Then he finally shrugs and takes a bite.
It's good! For some strange reason it tastes sweet, but overall it's not bad spaghetti. Eric takes another bite. The pinkish-red sauce stains the corner of his mouth.
I dunno. What did you make it out of? Tastes... sweet.
Something white and annoying. Come on.. Guess! Thats half the phone.
Harlans foot started tapping against the ground, a nervous habit.
...Wait, the unicorn?! Did ya kill him!? You better not have!!! I'm supposed to do that!
Eric seems jealous about the idea of Harlan killing the unicorn. He wants to be the one to kill him!
Nah. Just.. cut off his leg. He said it would grow back. And look at the positives, he is slower now. Can’t run from you.
Harlan took another bite of his spaghetti.
And we get to share a meal together.
Ohh. Okay, that's cool, since it'll grow back. And true! Maybe i'll actually catch him wandering around. He's real fast, hard to catch.
Eric rambles, between bites of spaghetti. He seems much less irate now that he knows Zephyr is still alive for him to torment.
Yeah. I usually only eat with Mason and Ash, so it's nice to do something different.
Don’t want to try killing him, I shouldn’t get in fights. Not safe for the baby or whatever.
Harlan took a few more bites before setting his plate aside, starting to chew on his bottom lip.
I’m always nearby when you three are eating together, but its nice to be the uh.. hm. Main event? Is that even the right word.
A note was left on Erics pillow.
'Come outside. Made you a snack <3'
It was written in something sparkly and pink.
Eric reads the note... he's confused, not recognizing the handwriting. Who even left this? He folds the note up and stores it in his pocket before making his way to the cabin's front door.
He opens the door, peeking outside...
Harlan was sat in the grass. He had a pot of spaghetti and two plates in front of him.
Thought you might be.. hungry. Caught you something. Spaghetti is from a bag but I made the sauce myself.
That same pink liquid stained his shirt and was caked under his nails.
Oh! Harlan!
Eric walks towards him, closing the cabin door behind himself. He sits down in the grass across from the rabbit, a warm smile plastered on his face.
Hi. Caught me something? Well, i'm almost always hungry, so I'll definitely take some. I love spaghetti! I made some with ground deer the other day and I think both Ash and Mason liked it. I bet it'll be good!
Strange... Eric swears he's seen that pink stuff on Harlan's shirt before. Where has he seen that?
Made of something real special. I want you to guess. You get.. three tries and then I will tell ya, sound fair?
Harlan plated the spaghetti, holding one out to Eric before preparing himself one.
Hmm... 'kay. You aren't poisoning me, right?
Eric's eyes are narrowed. Harlan's words sound suspicious to him, but he still takes the plate anyways.
No. I like you. Plus, if you die where will I live?
Harlan took a bite of the spaghetti, swallowing, still watching Eric intently.
Hm...
Eric watches Harlan eat briefly, before he realizes that he doesn't seem hesitant to eat his own food at all. Then he finally shrugs and takes a bite.
It's good! For some strange reason it tastes sweet, but overall it's not bad spaghetti. Eric takes another bite. The pinkish-red sauce stains the corner of his mouth.
I dunno. What did you make it out of? Tastes... sweet.
Something white and annoying. Come on.. Guess! Thats half the phone.
Harlans foot started tapping against the ground, a nervous habit.
...Wait, the unicorn?! Did ya kill him!? You better not have!!! I'm supposed to do that!
Eric seems jealous about the idea of Harlan killing the unicorn. He wants to be the one to kill him!
Nah. Just.. cut off his leg. He said it would grow back. And look at the positives, he is slower now. Can’t run from you.
Harlan took another bite of his spaghetti.
And we get to share a meal together.
A note was left on Erics pillow.
'Come outside. Made you a snack <3'
It was written in something sparkly and pink.
Eric reads the note... he's confused, not recognizing the handwriting. Who even left this? He folds the note up and stores it in his pocket before making his way to the cabin's front door.
He opens the door, peeking outside...
Harlan was sat in the grass. He had a pot of spaghetti and two plates in front of him.
Thought you might be.. hungry. Caught you something. Spaghetti is from a bag but I made the sauce myself.
That same pink liquid stained his shirt and was caked under his nails.
Oh! Harlan!
Eric walks towards him, closing the cabin door behind himself. He sits down in the grass across from the rabbit, a warm smile plastered on his face.
Hi. Caught me something? Well, i'm almost always hungry, so I'll definitely take some. I love spaghetti! I made some with ground deer the other day and I think both Ash and Mason liked it. I bet it'll be good!
Strange... Eric swears he's seen that pink stuff on Harlan's shirt before. Where has he seen that?
Made of something real special. I want you to guess. You get.. three tries and then I will tell ya, sound fair?
Harlan plated the spaghetti, holding one out to Eric before preparing himself one.
Hmm... 'kay. You aren't poisoning me, right?
Eric's eyes are narrowed. Harlan's words sound suspicious to him, but he still takes the plate anyways.
No. I like you. Plus, if you die where will I live?
Harlan took a bite of the spaghetti, swallowing, still watching Eric intently.
Hm...
Eric watches Harlan eat briefly, before he realizes that he doesn't seem hesitant to eat his own food at all. Then he finally shrugs and takes a bite.
It's good! For some strange reason it tastes sweet, but overall it's not bad spaghetti. Eric takes another bite. The pinkish-red sauce stains the corner of his mouth.
I dunno. What did you make it out of? Tastes... sweet.
Something white and annoying. Come on.. Guess! Thats half the phone.
Harlans foot started tapping against the ground, a nervous habit.
A note was left on Erics pillow.
'Come outside. Made you a snack <3'
It was written in something sparkly and pink.
Eric reads the note... he's confused, not recognizing the handwriting. Who even left this? He folds the note up and stores it in his pocket before making his way to the cabin's front door.
He opens the door, peeking outside...
Harlan was sat in the grass. He had a pot of spaghetti and two plates in front of him.
Thought you might be.. hungry. Caught you something. Spaghetti is from a bag but I made the sauce myself.
That same pink liquid stained his shirt and was caked under his nails.
Oh! Harlan!
Eric walks towards him, closing the cabin door behind himself. He sits down in the grass across from the rabbit, a warm smile plastered on his face.
Hi. Caught me something? Well, i'm almost always hungry, so I'll definitely take some. I love spaghetti! I made some with ground deer the other day and I think both Ash and Mason liked it. I bet it'll be good!
Strange... Eric swears he's seen that pink stuff on Harlan's shirt before. Where has he seen that?
Made of something real special. I want you to guess. You get.. three tries and then I will tell ya, sound fair?
Harlan plated the spaghetti, holding one out to Eric before preparing himself one.
Hmm... 'kay. You aren't poisoning me, right?
Eric's eyes are narrowed. Harlan's words sound suspicious to him, but he still takes the plate anyways.
No. I like you. Plus, if you die where will I live?
Harlan took a bite of the spaghetti, swallowing, still watching Eric intently.
*There are people in unknown white military clothing, marching through the area. Not marines, not US military. Who are they?*
Harlan slid down, grabbing a knife from the kitchen, he held it behind his back as he slowly approached the soldiers.
Who are you guys? Haven’t seen you around before. You stand out like sore thumbs.
*One of them, a person in a white balaclava, black beret and prominent shades on his face, turned around* Dane Spencer: "Hm?"
Who are you?
Harlan tucked the knife into his waistband.
Dane Spencer: "Me specifically, or the other two?"
All of you people.
Dane Spencer: "I'm Dane. These others are classified. I can only tell you my name, as the commander of the squad."
What squad? No one around here was told about your squad.
Dane Spencer: "We're here to retrieve radio equipment that was lost. We are just looking around."
Buy new equipment.
Harlans gaze narrowed, he was trying to hide his stomach with his arms.
Just.. Get out as soon as possible.
Dane Spencer: "It's military-grade equipment, you won't find that in a regular store. Besides, we don't get THAT MUCH funding to buy new stuff every month."
Just get this shit over with. Not safe to have people sniffing around.
Dane Spencer: "What do you mean by 'not safe'? You just don't like people snooping around this area?"
Maybe thats true. Dont want to deal with men with guns in my.. condition.
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*There are people in unknown white military clothing, marching through the area. Not marines, not US military. Who are they?*
Harlan slid down, grabbing a knife from the kitchen, he held it behind his back as he slowly approached the soldiers.
Who are you guys? Haven’t seen you around before. You stand out like sore thumbs.
*One of them, a person in a white balaclava, black beret and prominent shades on his face, turned around* Dane Spencer: "Hm?"
Who are you?
Harlan tucked the knife into his waistband.
Dane Spencer: "Me specifically, or the other two?"
All of you people.
Dane Spencer: "I'm Dane. These others are classified. I can only tell you my name, as the commander of the squad."
What squad? No one around here was told about your squad.
Dane Spencer: "We're here to retrieve radio equipment that was lost. We are just looking around."
Buy new equipment.
Harlans gaze narrowed, he was trying to hide his stomach with his arms.
Just.. Get out as soon as possible.
Dane Spencer: "It's military-grade equipment, you won't find that in a regular store. Besides, we don't get THAT MUCH funding to buy new stuff every month."
Just get this shit over with. Not safe to have people sniffing around.
*There are people in unknown white military clothing, marching through the area. Not marines, not US military. Who are they?*
Harlan slid down, grabbing a knife from the kitchen, he held it behind his back as he slowly approached the soldiers.
Who are you guys? Haven’t seen you around before. You stand out like sore thumbs.
*One of them, a person in a white balaclava, black beret and prominent shades on his face, turned around* Dane Spencer: "Hm?"
Who are you?
Harlan tucked the knife into his waistband.
Dane Spencer: "Me specifically, or the other two?"
All of you people.
Dane Spencer: "I'm Dane. These others are classified. I can only tell you my name, as the commander of the squad."
What squad? No one around here was told about your squad.
Dane Spencer: "We're here to retrieve radio equipment that was lost. We are just looking around."
Buy new equipment.
Harlans gaze narrowed, he was trying to hide his stomach with his arms.
Just.. Get out as soon as possible.
