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"You're tellin' me."

Another figure emerged behind her, flipping his long, brown hair over one shoulder absently. His own set of black velvety rabbit ears emerged from just above a fringe of bangs, and a pale white chest flashed through his loose-fitting top in a display that might be more sensual if he weren't a firm five-foot-nothing.

Wash's now vibrant green eyes glowed with amusement.

"Aight, well. This peter rabbit is about ready t' get this over with."

He chuckled to himself but obediently moved to grab his own armful of supplies. "I still got stuck wi' th' ridiculous hair."

Wash eyed her over his shoulder before bending at the waist to grab one last trap, giving her a long line of leg, a**, and - his own fluffy bunny tail.

"Oh? An' maybe after, you cou' braid my hair." His shining brown locks swirled around his shoulders as he straightened.

"Ready when you are." WINK.

"You sure 'bout all that?" He did a little twirl - that ended with his ridiculous hair wrapped around his face and tangled around his ears. Wash blew hair out of his mouth, his long ears flattening against his head as he shook it back out, laughing.

"Aight, maybe that's fair. Lead the way, ma'am."

With much nose-twitching and tail wriggling Wash managed to set up the traps. He focused intently on his work, forgetting perhaps for a moment that he was a ridiculous bunny boy - hair streaming around his now-delicate face, brushing against the sharp curve of his jaw, the long sweep of his narrow nose. His nostrils flared as he finally stepped back to inspect his handiwork, and his telescopic rabbit ears swiveled around on high alert.

Wash-sama's bright green gaze finally fell on his trapping-partner as he moved back, crouching on the balls of his feet. This new body, besides looking completely ridiculous, did have some advantages. He felt very...limber. He did a few test stretches before reporting back in.

"Okay. They're set. 'Round the tree. Think we're far enough back to get anythin'? I didn't see any critters, but that don't mean much." He turned back to the traps, scratching his chin with one clawed finger.

Wash peered up into the trees, and sure enough, a fat little bird sat there. A fat, familiar looking little bird. "They had one 'o those at that festival - troublesome things." He wondered if they were at all like pigeons. Just in case, he made sure to stay well out from under the creature.

He glanced around before noticing something stirring near the gnarled roots that dove into the ground. "Is that..." He squinted. "Is that onion movin'?"

Wash sprawled bonelessly on the ground next to her, propping himself on his elbows and letting one ear flop over his face.

"We-ell." He paused. Specialization? Huh. He remembered Jerry mention it, but truth to tell, he hadn't given it much thought since. "I dunno. Haven't had much time t'think about it. Jus' tryin' to get by as is." Besides, he couldn't imagine people following him. He just wasn't that kind of guy. Leading an entire subdivision? Nah.

"An' you?" His deep voice seemed odd in his now boyish form. "You been keepin' yourself real busy wi' all this," he gestured at the minipets, "you gotta plan?"