A/N: Sorry for the uninteresting chapter, it's kind of a fill in.
Bunnie stretched, wiggled and yawned, showing off her stubby teeth. Ugh, she hated mornings. Soon enough though, her usual spritely ways took hold of her and the childish person inside of her was bounding around the flat, ready for a new day.
"Gulliver…" Bunnie cooed gently, prodding him with her finger. "Gulliver…?"
A short, loud noise erupted from underneath the blanket where the albatross was hiding. Gulliver batted it away and squinted up at Bunnie. "Where are we, captain?" he asked groggily, brushing the sleep dust from his eyes.
"Oh Gulliver!" Bunnie squeaked, digging him in the arm playfully. She smirked. "We're not at sea, silly!"
"Ah, right. Bunnie. What do we have today?"
"Well…" Bunnie began rocking back and forth on the arm off the couch. "I was thinking some food and clothes shopping. To make you look more normal of course, tee-hee!" Bunnie paused to giggle at her own joke. "Then we could see if there are any jobs going spare!"
"I don't…want to work…" Gulliver moaned.
"I'm going to make pancakes if we go shopping," Bunnie added, going to the tiny bathroom to wash.
"FINE! I'll come then. Just give me a second!"
Half an hour later, Bunnie and Gulliver were trudging around in the slippery wet plaza. Bunnie had wisely brought an umbrella with her and popped it up in an instant. She shivered, rubbing her arms furiously for warmth.
Luckily, one shop was open, and it just so happened to be a store with food in it. Bunnie grinned, pleased with the result and walked in without a care.
A moody human was leaning on the counter, their glasses lopsided on their face. Their badge said "James." Gulliver picked up a few oranges and tossed them into the basket, then choosing an array of colourful fruits.
"Greedy thing," Bunnie muttered, picking up a packet of pancake mix and staring at the instructions. The simple thought of a stack of doughy, buttery pancakes was enough to make her stomach growl.
She purchased the mix, threw it in a plastic bag and strode out the door, bringing her umbrella out again. Gulliver pursued, clutching an arm full of fruits. Bunnie rolled her eyes.
"Idiot!" she scolded him, thrusting the bag forwards. "Put them in here. You baka!"
"Bunnie, your inner otaku is showing," Gulliver pointed out, grabbing the bag from her.
"Is it?" Bunnie asked. "I didn't notice."
Once back at the apartment, Bunnie whipped up a batch of certifiably delicious pancakes.
"Not bad Bunnie," Gulliver commented through a mouthful as he masticated his food noisily.
"Gross." She turned her head away in disgust. "Thanks though. My gramma taught me how to cook."
The two finished up and pulled out a newspaper together. "Mhm…there are a lot of jobs here…" Bunnie muttered, making various mental notes of what would be a good occupation.
"Hey, looky here. They want someone to help make coffees and stuff and do cleaning at the hairdresser's. I think I'd be pretty good at that!" Bunnie exclaimed, stabbing a particular blue ad on the page.
"Oh. And they want someone to help with cooking at that coffee shop we went to. Uh…Toffee's Coffee or something?" Gulliver mentioned.
"Oh yeah! Ok. I'm going to the hairdresser's, and you can go to the café. Best of luck!" Bunnie punched him on the shoulder lightly and skipped out of the door, swinging her arms sweetly.
The hairdresser's wasn't miles away, thankfully, and before Bunnie knew it she was pushing open the door to the place. A pink poodle with a humongous puffy hairstyle was working a machine to change a client's look. A snooty human was lying back languidly on a chair. She had a sneer for no apparent reason on her face.
"Hey there!" the dog greeted, leaving the contraption to work its magic for a minute; she had a thick accent that Bunnie couldn't quite place. "What can I do for ya, sugar?"
"I came about the ad you left in the newspaper." Bunnie tried to come off as a formal, professional animal, but her mouth melted away into a friendly grin.
"Oh, that's superb hun! I'm Harriet. Who are you, sweetie?" Harriet stooped down for a moment to take the machine off her customer. It sprang off her head and there was a complicated twirl on her head held high with some sort of product. The human paid silently without a word of gratitude and left the shop.
Harriet shook her head and sighed heavily. "Some people…" she muttered.
"I'm Bunnie," Bunnie cut in, her hands behind her back. She felt shy, as usual in a stranger's presence. She was anxious too, her stomach balling up and aching.
"Brilliant. That's a great name," Harriet complimented. "Now, hun, I was thinking 1,500 bells per hour. You could work between 9 and 5?"
"That's wonderful!" Bunnie chirped, clasping her stubby paws together. Her eyes lit up and sparkled.
"I'm glad to know it works for you too." Harriet handed her a broom. "Now…there is some left over fur from a cut I was doing on Biskit over there…" Harriet gestured towards a pile of mess on the tiles. Obligingly, Bunnie began sweeping and chucking it into the bin.
"Ah, yes, yes! You'll do perfectly in this job, dear."
Bunnie smirked proudly; pleased she had earned a job. She worked diligently for a few more hours until the clock ticked to five.
"Good work sweetie. Do you want the money directly or put in your bellpoint?"
"Now good, thanks Harriet!" Bunnie gratefully collected her money and dashed home, humming joyfully to herself. She burst through the door and waved to Gulliver who was slouched on the sofa, eyelids drooping.
"Hey there Gulliver!" Bunnie sang, jingling her sack of bells.
"Hey Bunnie," Gulliver yawned listlessly, head nodding.
"You get the job?"
"Yep, but it's more tiring than you would think," he admitted.
"Aw. Poor you. I'm sure after all that cooking you just want something cooked for you, right?" Bunnie patted Gulliver's head in a weirdly motherly way.
"Bunnie, you sound like you're my wife."
"Shut it," Bunnie deadpanned, slamming her fist on Gulliver's wing, who then choked on his own pain. Bunnie simpered cutely and got to work on her cooking.
