I got another set of grades to take home that afternoon and I hoped that the slight improvement would keep Mom pleased and off my back about 'Bunny's' changed personality.
Amy, I had noticed, walked at least part of the way home by the same route that I did. That afternoon I was trailing along unobtrusively behind her when her routine was disrupted by a jet black furball jumping onto the top of her head, startling both of us.
A familiar jet black furball, at that.
"You scared me, kitty," Amy chided Luna gently as the cat perched herself in the crook of the girl's elbow. "My parents'll never let me keep you," she added reluctantly, stroking Luna's whiskers and then rubbing her cheek against the black fur of Luna's side. "You're so soft," she giggled.
Well so much for the snobby theory, I concluded. She must just not be very outgoing - I could relate to that in spades, and it would match my expectations.
Luna spotted me and bounded out of Amy's hands. She would have landed on my head if I hadn't reflexively stepped back and caught her against my chest. (And as a quick aside, weird as it seemed, despite the age difference, Bunny was just as well 'developed' as Buffy. The wonders of an anime world, I guess.)
"Hi Luna,," I greeted her. "Made a new friend?"
"Oh," Amy said, naturally concluding that Luna could neither understand or reply to me and that thus the remark was directed at her. "That's your kitty? What an angel!" Then she went red in the cheeks as she realised that she was gushing.
I grinned and scratched at Luna's ears. "I suppose that that depends on your view of angels; the ancient Egyptians might have agreed with you. I'm Bunny - and you've met Luna, of course."
"I'm Amy," she replied, a little uncertainly. "I didn't recognise you with your hair like that."
"Oh? People keep saying that I look different," I said. "I don't see much of a difference myself."
Luna chose that moment to jump away from me and run for an arcade a little further up the street. I'd not given the place a second glance until now, but this time I saw that the word 'Crown' was written above the glass doors. Ah, perfect. Pre-Me Bunny's favorite hangout - the place that would be harder than anywhere but my home for me to hide my presence. And Luna was going inside. How perfectly horrible.
"Luna!" I groaned. "That darn cat - always tempting me away from my homework." I turned to Amy. "I suppose I'd better go look for her... would you like to come along? She might condescend to play with you if she's feeling generous..."
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
Amy, I had noticed, walked at least part of the way home by the same route that I did. That afternoon I was trailing along unobtrusively behind her when her routine was disrupted by a jet black furball jumping onto the top of her head, startling both of us.
A familiar jet black furball, at that.
"You scared me, kitty," Amy chided Luna gently as the cat perched herself in the crook of the girl's elbow. "My parents'll never let me keep you," she added reluctantly, stroking Luna's whiskers and then rubbing her cheek against the black fur of Luna's side. "You're so soft," she giggled.
Well so much for the snobby theory, I concluded. She must just not be very outgoing - I could relate to that in spades, and it would match my expectations.
Luna spotted me and bounded out of Amy's hands. She would have landed on my head if I hadn't reflexively stepped back and caught her against my chest. (And as a quick aside, weird as it seemed, despite the age difference, Bunny was just as well 'developed' as Buffy. The wonders of an anime world, I guess.)
"Hi Luna,," I greeted her. "Made a new friend?"
"Oh," Amy said, naturally concluding that Luna could neither understand or reply to me and that thus the remark was directed at her. "That's your kitty? What an angel!" Then she went red in the cheeks as she realised that she was gushing.
I grinned and scratched at Luna's ears. "I suppose that that depends on your view of angels; the ancient Egyptians might have agreed with you. I'm Bunny - and you've met Luna, of course."
"I'm Amy," she replied, a little uncertainly. "I didn't recognise you with your hair like that."
"Oh? People keep saying that I look different," I said. "I don't see much of a difference myself."
Luna chose that moment to jump away from me and run for an arcade a little further up the street. I'd not given the place a second glance until now, but this time I saw that the word 'Crown' was written above the glass doors. Ah, perfect. Pre-Me Bunny's favorite hangout - the place that would be harder than anywhere but my home for me to hide my presence. And Luna was going inside. How perfectly horrible.
"Luna!" I groaned. "That darn cat - always tempting me away from my homework." I turned to Amy. "I suppose I'd better go look for her... would you like to come along? She might condescend to play with you if she's feeling generous..."
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.