Hopping off the box, the cartoon rabbit trotted after
`` hey! hey!!! heyyyyy!! down here! up here! over here! ``
Resulting to hopping to keep pace, despite the fact he could in theory just extend his legs to match height
`` . . . . you doing okay? ``
Perking up, eyes zeroing in.
Leaping off the rusted vehicle, he stalks from the shadows. A low giggle emitting. Before the fog engulfed him and -
`` HEYA WOLFIE! ``
There once again was the smaller Rabbit, grinning ear to ear as he sat on a box
Sure, like getting cursed into a flesh eating monster, losing the only real home I ever knew *and getting shunned by the community because I was found to be working for the Devil even though I'm trying to change from my past isn't any worse.
[ Strained smile. Sarcasm. ]
Nodding, he tapped his chin
`` well. i guess. if it's any consolation prize. could've been worse? ``
It's evident Toon Frankie isn't exactly the best when it comes to heavy situations - but he tries.
....It was.. was.. awful. And then when I "failed" him again, he permanently cursed me into this foul beast I am today. Now, I turn every full moon and lose control..
Yeah. I always felt guilt about what I did but I knew it was unfortunately either me or them...
Hell, he even killed my past girlfriend when I got the balls to do something about it and had the nerve to hide her instead of making her sign her soul away in a contract.
His eyes grow wide in suprise
`` unexpected twist there - ``
Digging into his hat he pulled out a chair to sit so he could settle in to listen to the other
For a time, it did but.. [ He gets quiet for a moment. ] My happiness came at a cost.
I worked for the actual devil himself, not metaphorically but the king of hell. I used to lure people in for him to take their souls.
Contestant.
In the form, of none other than her. Whom he's spotted across the way, well! It'd be unsportsmanship to just go in hands-a-smackin. Best introduce oneself first.
Head hanging to the side on it's spring support, he begins to make his move closer.
Element in whatever this "Greenville Square" is, but, he'll adapt soon enough. Strolling the quiet desoate realm, his spring coiled limbs creaking with each movement, his eyes narrow, searching.
For the Lucky Contestant . . .
But! For now, he will settle for a subsitute
Clasping his hands together he grew a big goofy smile
`` THATS AWESOME!!! You musta drew in ALLLL the crowds! ``
Contorting his form to adapt a 'thunking' face
`` what was that like? ``
[ Dice slowly starts to transform back into his normal form, unfortunately choosing to trust the rabbit. ]
Yeah, I used to perform and sing... And now I'm past my prime.
`` neato burrito! ``
Spinning around, extending his limbs once more to twist and turn to better see the other
`` let me guess . . . You're a . . . Former star? Of like - somewhere. I dunno what or where, but yea? ``