San Antonio Stroll
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"Princess, I implore you! Go back to the practice!"
"Shut up, you stupid floating fluffball! I'm sick of this!"
Kip twisted his scepter in his tiny paws, exasperated. "Princess, what are you babbling about?! It's bad enough that you don't have a partner…but to scream at Tony like you did is despicable!"
Sabrina whirled about to face him, fist poised to strike down the insufferable, caped little creature; Kip couldn't help but cower. The sight before him was a terrifying one indeed: the Princess's cheeks were as inflamed as her dress, eyebrows pulled together to form a ferocious scowl. Even the curled tendrils of hair on either side of her head seemed a bit more intimidating in all their swirly menace.
"What I did is despicable? He's the perve that was groping my ass!" Sabrina scoffed, sticking her nose in the air. "Even Cesar has more decency than him! I'm going to go find a partner—the sooner the better!"
On any other occasion, the thought of the girl getting a partner would have thrilled him—but, of course, circumstances as they were…
"Princess—"
"Sabrina!"
"…Sabrina. On what grounds can you say he's a…ah…'perve?'"
She snorted, and for a moment, he feared she really might hit him. "Gimme a break. He's a freaking rabbit-man. Rabbit. Sex is the only thing they ever have on their mind. And what's the deal with him not wearing pants?! What, he can wear some dinky little top hat and tailcoat, but no pants?!" The girl huffed, grimacing.
"I can assure you, regardless of what you may think, he would never attempt anything. He simply isn't that kind of...er…rabbit-man."
A glower was cast his way. "I bet you would know."
Oh, thank the heavens above for fur; he could clearly feel the blood boiling beneath his skin. "A-and just what do you mean by that?!" Little eyes narrowed behind his cat-like mask, Kip attempted to stare her down—and, of course, failed.
Sabrina only smirked. "Oh, nothing. Now c'mon; I think Lauren and Brenda have the mumps. Klaus should be free."
…
Two knocks. Silence. A voice.
"Princess Sabrina—I have a package here for you. It's from Sir Tony. He wishes for me to express his profound apologies for upsetting you today, and ordered me to give you this. He says you've been doing exceptionally in your lessons."
Sabrina swung the door open, coming face-to-face with the now beet-red servant (typically, princesses didn't receive guests in their underwear), and took the box with a brief "Thank you." Before proceeding to slam the door in the poor boy's face. Plodding over to her bed, she dumped the box onto her silk sheets, settling herself before easing the ribbons and lid off of the package.
What she discovered was vomit-inducing.
Shoving the box off of her sheets abruptly, she stared in disgust at the rabbit costume that had spilled out onto the floor, complete with ears, tail, and a giant pink ribbon.
"…What the hell?!"
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Because we all know that having a rabbit-man as your dance instructor, particularly when he gives you a rabbit-suit, is just creepy. :c