"That's SO cute." She grasps his hand in a crushing handshake, whether he's ready for it or not.
"Is that like one of those Red Talon names? Because I have got some opinions on the military and how they prey—preyed on small towns and poor youth and then Red Talon just swooped in to do the same, but I don't wanna, like, hurt any feelings." Reggie has never once cared about hurting someone's feelings. She just learned to pepper that phrase into her sentences, like "no offense" and "not to be rude, but."
Bunny jolts - jumps a little, tenses a lot - at the sudden movement but recovers quickly enough, lets his hand stay captive and nods along agreeably for a few moments of processing time.
Then his face wrinkles up even further. "Why's everybody think I was in the military?" He glances down at himself, kind of like the spindly lines of him have gone and performed some sort of unconscious betrayal. "Shit." Is it his face? Is it the hair? Sure as shit ain't his biceps. "None of that, fuck 'em. Last name's Rabbit."
"Honestly?" Reggie arcs her brows so high they almost disappear into her hair. "You kinda look like the sorta guy they'd take advantage of." She plops her back on the van roof so hard she can almost (but not quite) feel it, and rolls her head to squint up at Bunny. "Like... a nice kid low on options."
Yeah, okay. He can see that one, actually. That explanation tracks. Bunny blinks, logic of the assumption clicking nicely into place and settling better than any sort of neon-sign personality traits he needs to forcefully erase, and lets out an agreeable enough hum.
"Took the other option," he replies. "Incarceration."
"Ohhhhh, I also have strong opinions on the prison system, but it's moooostly a retread of the military yada yada." She swings her hand through the air to illustrate the further extent of the yadas.
"You weren't in when things, like, went," she whistles and points her hand down, down, down toward the van, "were you?"
"Oh, yeah. Like it wasn't too bad or anything?" Meals. Roof. Stable daily routine. The usual advantages for low on options kids. God, yeah. No wonder why people think his ass was in the military. "But as an institution, it's pretty shit."
Bunny tracks the motion of her fingers, lips curling up wryly. That does just about sum it up, huh?
"Nah. Was in a house by then." Luckily. "Bet juvie went to shit, though."
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OTHER WHITNEY AREAS: Bunny + Reggie
"Is that like one of those Red Talon names? Because I have got some opinions on the military and how they prey—preyed on small towns and poor youth and then Red Talon just swooped in to do the same, but I don't wanna, like, hurt any feelings." Reggie has never once cared about hurting someone's feelings. She just learned to pepper that phrase into her sentences, like "no offense" and "not to be rude, but."
OTHER WHITNEY AREAS: Bunny + Reggie
Then his face wrinkles up even further. "Why's everybody think I was in the military?" He glances down at himself, kind of like the spindly lines of him have gone and performed some sort of unconscious betrayal. "Shit." Is it his face? Is it the hair? Sure as shit ain't his biceps. "None of that, fuck 'em. Last name's Rabbit."
OTHER WHITNEY AREAS: Bunny + Reggie
OTHER WHITNEY AREAS: Bunny + Reggie
"Took the other option," he replies. "Incarceration."
OTHER WHITNEY AREAS: Bunny + Reggie
"You weren't in when things, like, went," she whistles and points her hand down, down, down toward the van, "were you?"
OTHER WHITNEY AREAS: Bunny + Reggie
Bunny tracks the motion of her fingers, lips curling up wryly. That does just about sum it up, huh?
"Nah. Was in a house by then." Luckily. "Bet juvie went to shit, though."