Tibaut woke up to scratching at his door. He opened it to see…
“Merrill?”
A woman in black robes with green accents playing with around five rabbits on the ground. She tossed one up into the air before her eyes met with Tibaut. A blush slowly started to form on her face and she placed the rabbit down.
“Oh, do you have pet rabbits? (Wow, she really is a bundle of purity.)”
“n-no.” she answered. She quickly turned around and started walking away.
“Hey, what's the ru- She's gone.” Merrill operated on her pace, and he could tell she didn't have a social battery. It was more of a social lemon battery than anything.
“Sigh Is playing with some rabbits really that embarrassing?”
He looked down at the rabbits and one of them started to look tired. It slowed down as the others made Tibaut their object of affection. At least that's what he thought before one of the bastards bit his toe.
He flicked it forward, the stubborn little shit holding onto his toe until the momentum flung him forward.
(“So that's what's happening. I should have known the liquid wasn't poisonous.”)
For further testing, he held his hand out to another rabbit and it didn't hesitate to try and bite him.
(“Do they think I'm food?”)
It was obviously caused by that elf he saw. It looked like that liquid he was doused in was some sort of rabbit attractant. And it must have been pretty strong too considering the bath he took last night didn't make it any less potent.
(“But dealing with one or two extra rabbits isn't that big of a deal. He made it sound like something serious.”)
Agnes, Tina and Elizabeth didn't know why, but they felt incredibly infuriated at that moment.
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He kept pushing them back with his toes as they did their best to bite him and noticed the rabbit Merrill held had gotten uncomfortably still.
He noticed traces of something red around its mouth too, but before he could check it further, Merrill came speeding down like an Olympic gold medalist and picked the rabbit up.
Her eyes were wide open as she picked it and she began stuttering.
“i-i-i-its mine. sorry f-for leaving it.”
The rabbit immediately gained life in its owner’s arm, licking at her face and Merrill ran back to where she came.
(“What a moody little guy. Who am I kidding, if Merrill was the first person I met after my parents died, I'd have a hard time distancing from her too.”)
(“Would, like me to make you that woman's pet perhaps?”)
(“You're back. Now be useful and tell me what that asshole put on me.”)
(“...”)
He could only shake his head at the silence before heading downstairs.
“It was you,” Elizabeth said. She sounded bitter and after what she went through, Tibaut should be glad she was only bitter.
They were gathered in one of the many rooms in the mansion that didn't have an owner.
“Did something happen?” He kept the four rabbits with him and allowed them to play with his feet, some even jumping on him that he'd quickly brush off.
“Tibaut change of plans, we're going back to the field to kill that bastard tonight!” The woman who still stunk of rabbit shit after a bath (Tina) shouted.
“A liquid that attracts rabbits to this extent. An elf too. I wonder if he's a scholar gone rogue with his research.” Elizabeth mused.
“What, are elves smart or something like that?” Tina asked.
“Do you not know elves are known to join our universities and research facilities? They're quite fond of reading and writing, regardless of subject, so growing curiosity in a subject and performing their own research is common.”
“They are? (I mean what he does is important but he doesn't strike me as someone that's smart. But if his research is fighting, I can see that.)” Tina asked.
“I'll have to inquire about this. But Tibaut, gather Bailey and Merrill and have them see if they can do anything about that liquid dashed onto you.”
“Bailey? You mind me asking why?”
“What do you mean “why her”, she's smart, that's why dumbass!” Tina answered.
