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Shilo walked in on her rabbit fornicating with a large feather duster. The rabbit, Mr. Floppy, was obviously having none of the troubles associated with his name and was talking dirty to the feather duster in a sleazy, breathy voice. Shilo stared, horrified and yet fascinated, frozen in the doorway.
"Ooh," the rabbit crooned, "fuck me, feather duster, fuck me hard!"
"What are you doing?" Shilo asked, staring, dumbfounded, at the man controlling both inanimate objects.
The Graverobber looked up at her, a shameless grin on his face. He lifted the feather duster, waving it about casually as he spoke. "What?" he asked calmly. "You look shocked."
"You were... Were you... violating my rabbit with a feather duster?"
"Yes," he replied, looking at the feather duster briefly before turning back to Shilo with a wicked smirk on his face. "She's a naughty girl, this one."
Shilo shook her head and left the room. She didn't want to know. She didn't want to think about it... My God, she was never going to look at Mr. Floppy the same way again. She wouldn't be able to hug him without wondering if the rabbit was secretly thinking about being squashed against her breasts. Foot-steps followed her down the hall, a hand caught her shoulder just before she could make it to the steps and feathers were suddenly pushed into her face.
Shilo spluttered, swatting the feathers away. She turned on her heel, glaring up at the Graverobber with her fiercest eyes. "You violated my rabbit!" she cried, hitting his chest. The punch was weak, barely more than a light tap, but the very fact that she was willing to hit him said more about her mood than the glare ever could.
"He was asking for it," Graverobber replied, tossing the duster over the banister. Shilo turned from him, refusing to look at him and his unapologetic heard the duster clatter to the floor at the bottom of the stairs and considered making him do all of the cleaning for a week, reconsidering the idea only when she realised it would give him more time alone with her plushies. "Hey," his hand caught her shoulder, spinning her around again until she was facing him. She noticed that he wasn't wearing any of his makeup. He looked naked without it, even moreso than when he was unclothed. "I'm sorry."
"You don't sound like it," Shilo snapped, a pout on her lips.
"I'm not," he admitted, raising a hand to brush his fingers against her lower lip. "I thought it was funny and I'd do it again."
"You're such a jerk!" Shilo slapped his hand away, glaring at him. She could feel the sting of tears in her eyes and hated herself for being so childish. He seemed surprised by her reaction, as if he genuinely hadn't known that they meant that much to her. "Why would I keep them if they didn't?" she demanded through her tears, as if he had asked her aloud. "They were my friends! I never had anything else, and now you've..."
"I'm sorry," he said, and this time she believed him.
Shilo didn't want to talk to him anymore. She brushed past the Graverobber, slamming the door to her (their? he stayed there at least three nights a week) bedroom. Shilo tore the room apart, throwing all of the stuffed animals off her bed, sweeping them off the shelves and kicking them across the floor. Another saccharine memory tainted, another ray of hope that she'd clung to vanished. Shilo fell asleep on the bed fully clothed, exhausted by her emotional outburst.
She woke up alone in the morning. Her shoes had been taken off and placed neatly by the bedside, a pastel pink blanket draped over her legs. Her toys were tucked around her, warmed by her body heat, their shiny black eyes twinkling sadly. Someone had placed a tulip in her rabbit's paws. It was wilted and dying - she hadn't woken up quickly enough to get it into water before nature began its natural decomposition - but she appreciated the gesture for what it was.
Shilo kissed the rabbit on top of its furry little head and lay back on the bed, twirling the flower between her fingers.