The Flower That Is You (Bunny)

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Fancy pulled in a breath, and with it, taking in the gentle aroma of the rose bundle he was perusing. The fifteen year old boy delighted in stopping by the flower shoppe after classes concluded at the end of the day. Even if it was the middle of winter, and there was a heap of snow still lining the sidewalks and piling up against the curbs, even if the temperature was a consistent 40 degrees or below....they still managed to keep a small collection of vibrant flora available in the shoppe. He wondered if they imported them daily, or weekly from out of state? Possibly from the southern states which were much warmer than the New England area. Fancy sometimes wished that his power extended to being able to speak to plants so he could find out. There were so many things he could learn from the flowers if he could only understand them.

The boy closed his eyes. It was a fun dream to imagine. Sometimes he might actually do that, though even Fancy wasn't shameless enough to start talking to plants as though they could talk back. He'd probably turn red if anyone else were to hear...?

The place wasn't very busy right now...actually, he was the only one in the part of the store, where the roses were. Fancy leaned in the flower bundle and pulled the corners of his lips into a broad smile. "Hey, there....come here often?" he asked, of course feeling a little bit foolish. "I'll bet," he replied to nothing. "I see you have your brothers and sisters with you too. That must make you happy." Fancy stole a glance over at the gardenias across the way. "Oh, you think so? That one right there?" he asked, pointing to a bouquet set in a crystal vase. He giggled. "Okay, if you want me to, I'll tell her for you. You just wait right there!" he told the rose, bopping it in the middle of his half bloomed bud. He took a step back to sidle up to the Miss. Gardenia, to tell her the precious news entrusted to him by Mr. Rose.

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Bunny, too, liked to stop by the flower market whenever she got the chance; all the bright colors inside made her happy and feel better on days were the weather wasn’t so nice or she wasn’t feeling very good to begin with. She had no skill for keeping plants alive herself, and didn’t usually buy anything unless she wanted to bring something home to her mother, but that didn’t keep her from looking and smelling.

Today, she had the pleasure of the company of her boyfriend, who she was eager to show around the cute little shop. She didn’t expect him to buy her anything – she knew her family had more money than his, so it would be rude to ask for something – but she thought they could at least take some nice pictures together with the bright bouquets.

At one point she found herself wandering a different direction than her older partner, and she didn’t think to wait up for him; they would meet back up eventually. Bunny soon became aware, however, of someone else around the corner from her, and took a peek over just as he started talking. Thinking he was addressing her, she was about to say “Sometimes,” and allow herself a tiny giggle that a cute boy (omg so cute!) was talking to her, but just as she opened her mouth, he spoke again, and her expression crumpled into confusion. It took her only a couple moments to realize… He was having a conversation with a flower. …. How CUUUUTE!!!! She listened in on what he was saying, squeeing quietly to herself at just how adorable it was, until she accidentally bumped into a display and knocked a sign over with a soft but audible thump. She stood there, wide-eyed and awkward, as she slowly looked up to see if she’d been caught spying.

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If Fancy could speak to flowers, then they most certainly would have warned him that someone was coming who could eavesdrop on their conversation. Instead, he was mostly oblivious to the risk that someone was about to overhear him talking to no one. It only took him after the first couple of sentences to become lost in his little fantasy world, completely oblivious to everything around him, including the cute little girl who had come strolling around the corner.

Fancy checked his hair real quick in his reflection to a nearby glass case, then turned on his heel to go exchange courtesies with the white flower across the way. He slid up next to the flower, leaning gently on the platform it was placed upon, and leaned in slightly as if to tell her a secret. “Hi…you don’t know me but…” Fancy pointed back to the roses. “You see that bud over there? Yeah, the one that’s not quite open yet…well…he says he wants to exchange pollens with you.” Fancy smiled and shook his head. “Yes, I know he’s not, but that’s just because he’s shy. If you give him a chance, I’m sure he’ll bloom into the most beautiful rose out of all the roses here. What do say?” Fancy winked at Miss Gardenia, right about the time when a clatter came from around the corner.

Fancy straightened and swiveled his head to the source of the noise, his face suddenly blooming as red as the roses he was talking to upon realizing that he was not quite as alone as he thought he was. Fancy stared at the girl who must’ve been at least a whole foot shorter than her, though the difference in their height made it seem like so much more. “Uhh….hello,” he said, scratching his head nervously. “You didn’t….hear any of that…did you…?” he asked, making no effort to pretend that she’d happened upon something else entirely.

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Bunny apparently hadn’t learned from her experience in the locker room with Jake that it wasn’t okay to eavesdrop on people. Well, that hadn’t exactly been eavesdropping, but she hadn’t really been honest about who she was, so it was sort of similar. But really, this wasn’t rude, she was just…. Amazed at how adorable this person was and didn’t want it to stop!

She eagerly leaned in closer to hear what else the boy was saying, all the while thinking he looked a tad bit familiar. Was it possible that he went to Hammel, and could actually talk to plants? That would make sense, right? Bunny giggled into her hands silently as he started talking to a white flower, apparently the ‘girl’ that the rose was ‘interested’ in. How cuuute! What if ‘he’ really was?! She peeked over her shoulder to see if Jackson was around, but when she didn’t see him, Bunny turned back and then accidentally made the clatter.

Bunny froze as the boy turned and caught sight of her, very much feeling like a deer in the headlights. Her face was as red as his, if not more so (especially because of the butterfly rash she’d only been partially successful in concealing that had yet to go away). “H-hi,” she stammered back, slowly standing up straight and immediately dropping her gaze to her boot-clad feet. Bunny wished Jackson was here now! “U-uh, well… I heard… some,” she partially lied, uncertain if she should admit she’d heard it all. “Can you talk to the plants? Do they t-talk back?” That would probably sound like the dumbest question ever if he didn’t know what metas were, so Bunny hoped that he at least knew that much. She scuffed a shoe against the floor and clasped her hands behind her back, still looking away shyly. This was awkward….

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It’s true one shouldn’t eavesdrop on people, though he knew it sometimes couldn’t be avoided, especially if the speaker was conversing in a place where people could easily overhear. Like an empty and quiet floral shop. That was mostly Fancy’s fault, for not being more careful, so he didn’t think anything bad about the girl who happened to overhear. Just embarrassment that someone did overhear.

The girl was cute, to say the least. Short, but cute. Dressed like a fine young lady and with a shy demeanor to match. But while he noticed these things, Fancy was a little too shy himself to focus on those things at the moment. “Oh….sorry,” he said as though he had somehow inconvenienced her. “This is…really embarrassing, actually,” he continued, smiling nervously a she posed the questions he thought she might. “N-no….” he said, trying to keep his fluster from seeping into his speech too much. The last thing he needed was to embarrass himself even more by lisping his S’s together. “I just…pretend,” he admitted. “I wish I could though. I always think they would have a lot to say if I could understand them.”

Fancy turned to the gardenia he was addressing a moment ago and perked it up with the edge of his finger, as though he were touching under a person’s chin. He smiled, seeing it stretch it’s petals out just a little bit further, as though it were elated to have the attention of such a kind gentleman. “I can control them, to a point, but that’s not really the same as talking to them. And it’s really only reserved to flowers and buds.” He wondered if they ever resented him for making them bloom before their time? It was a question that he always dwelled on.

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Bunny nervously looked around again, expecting Jackson to pop up and save her from the awkwardness any second, but he’d somehow disappeared inside the shop, leaving her to fend for herself. She fidgeted uncertainly with a blonde curl, her gaze only lifting to give the boy an occasional quick glance before dropping again. “N-no, don’t apologize!” she exclaimed when he spoke, finally managing to look him in the eye for more than a second. “I thought it was r-really, um, cute.” Bunny felt her cheeks redden even more. She didn’t know if he would like being called cute or not. She smiled a little when he admitted he couldn’t actually talk to them, and even more so when he kept talking. How sweeeet! “They would, wouldn’t they?” she agreed with a nervous giggle. Bunny dared to take a tiny step closer. Wow…. He really was really cute….

She got lost in that train of thought for a moment before he snapped her out of it again by reaching out and daintily touching one of the flowers. Bunny almost swooned, imagining his finger touching her chin in the same way. Wait… She had a boyfriend, she couldn’t think these things! Still… She couldn’t help it. “Oh! So you are a meta?” she blurted without thinking. “I-I mean…. Unless you…” Maybe he meant he just had a green thumb. Who knew? Bunny mumbled off awkwardly until she shook it off and looked up at the cute boy again. “I-I’m Bunny!” she informed him, offering a tiny, slightly shaking hand to the taller guy. “And… I think… It’s really sweet that you l-like flowers so much.” Because most guys didn’t, which made her sad.

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Bunny’s boyfriend(they became official at some point) unfortunately had snuck out of the shop to go get a pair of warm drinks from the shop next door, confident that Bunny was going to be entertained and preoccupied with the flowers long enough to where she wouldn’t even notice that he’d left….hopefully.

Meanwhile, Fancy was undergoing his own panic, almost positive that the cute girl in front of him thought he was weird for talking to flowers as though they could speak back to him. At least it wasn’t as weird as some of the things his family did…though his mom sometimes talked to stuffed animals. And his dad had whole conversations with his…corpses….

Fancy shook those disturbing thoughts away, rubbing his hand over his eyes in the hopes of blocking out that sudden unpleasant imagery. Instead he focused in on her compliment. “It was?” he asked with a pink blush on his cheeks. “Um….t-thanks. I’m not trying to be though…” He was just doing what he wanted, though Fancy didn’t have a problem with being called cute. A compliment was a compliment. He nodded. “Yeah. I bet they see a lot that we don’t see. Humans, I mean, not us particularly,” he said, correcting himself. Fancy could only imagine the things they’d say.

He turned his attention back to the young girl(young? she must’ve been younger than him, with how short she was, but he couldn’t tell), and nodded. “Oh, yeah, I am,” he said with a laugh, reaching to scratch the back of his head. “Sorry…I forget that not everyone’s a meta sometimes. But most people here in Pilot Ridge are, at least from what I’ve seen.” And he’d lived here all his life, so it was easy to forget that some people weren’t involved or fully aware of the meta community. Whoops. The boy smiled upon hearing her name. “Bunny? That’s cute, it’s nice to meet you,” he said, reaching out his hands to take hers in both of them. “I’m François, but everyone calls me Fancy.” He chuckled, dipping his head down as he released her hands and straightened up. “Uh…yeah, I do. I mean, who doesn’t really? Flowers are nice.” Fancy smiled, his dimples showing off on either cheek as he turned another glance to the gardenia beside him.

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Bunny likely would have kept her attention occupied by all of the pretty flowers long enough for Jackson to come and go… but now she was occupied by another pretty boy and, once she stopped feeling awkward and hoping her boyfriend would appear, would likely stay that way for a good amount of time. “Y-yeah,” she stammered back, still fidgeting nervously. Bunny laughed softly at his admission. “I’m sorry, I um, I didn’t m-mean to embarrass you…” It was becoming a contest to see who could be the most embarrassed, apparently. “Mhmm!” she agreed, straightening a little with a smile. “Like… Like what it’s like to have a bumblebee in their face. Or… What it feels like to soak up energy from the sun!” Now that she was thinking about it, it really did seem interesting. Bunny had never really thought about it that much before now, she’d just thought that flowers were pretty.

“Oh, I am too!” she chirped, not thinking about the fact that the cute boy would probably be interested in what her ability was. It wasn’t something she liked to advertise to cuties… Even though she shouldn’t even be thinking about him that way, bad Bunny! “You much go to Hammel too, huh? I thought maybe you looked a tiny bit familiar…” She hadn’t been in Pilot Ridge for all that long, so she had yet to make the same observations that Fancy had. Bunny blushed again when he called her name cute – she got that response a lot, but it still made her giddy – and gently shook his hand. Or rather, hands, since he’d enveloped her tiny one in both of his own, making the young girl squee internally. Sooo cute, what a gentleman…! “It’s nice to meet you too!” she gushed in return. When he told her his name, and nickname, Bunny oogled. “Fancy? That’s so cool!” She’d never met someone with such a unique nickname before – besides herself, at least. Bunny nodded in agreement and looked around, pointing out to a row of several pink flowers and bouquets. She’d missed out on the adorable dimples by doing so, but commented,”I like those ones… I mean, I like them all, but pink ones are my favorite,” she admitted, almost sheepishly. Pink roses, pink lilies, pink carnations…

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Fancy shook his head and chuckled, his brown curls bouncing down the frame of his face. “It’s okay,” he assured her. “It’s just a little embarrassment. It’s not going to to kill me…at least I hope it won’t.” Fancy laughed, feeling even more shy from his poor joke. Why had he said that? It was something his father would probably say, he thought. Oh, well…he was pleased to see that the girl could understand what he was getting at. “Yes!” he exclaimed with a small point of his finger. “Or….I’m more interested in hearing about their travels, honestly. I’ve never been out of state before, so it’s nice hearing about things like that.” Oh the stories he could hear. In his mind, every one of them was exciting.

The young boy beamed upon hearing her revelation. “Oh? I wondered if you were,” he said, stepping forward slightly with interest. “What’s your power, if you don’t mind me asking?” Though the moment he asked, it occurred to him that her power might not be something he wanted to hear/know about…what if it was something like his dad’s? Though he could hardly imagine this girl taking off her body parts… Fancy nodded. “I do. I’m in the middle of my sophomore year there. How about you? Are you a freshman? You seem so young.” Fancy didn’t mean anything insulting by that, though it didn’t occur to him that she might take it that way.

Her name, he thought, really suited her. She was as cute as a bunny, really. “You think so? A lot of people think it’s a little strange, but…I like it, so…” Fancy shrugged and chuckled, feeling a little more sheepish at her response to his name. It wasn’t any more strange than “Bunny” he supposed, so maybe that’s why she seemed to take it so well. When she pointed, Fancy turned to the pink flowers she was pointing at. “Are they?” he asked, his eyes lighting up the slightest bit. “That’s…quite a coincidence. Those are my favorite too.” The broad smiled returned in the wake of his excitement, feeling a slight sense of kinship with the one who shared his tastes. “Hmmm…” he thought, stepping over to one of the unblossomed ones. Then he turned to the young girl. “Would you like one?” he asked innocently.

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Bunny couldn’t help but stare at the boy’s hair a little. It was so full and pretty! Most boys she knew didn’t let theirs grow that long, which made her also wonder what he might look like with it shorter… still pretty, she bet. “It’s okay, I’m embarrassed too for getting caught,” she admitted sheepishly. “I didn’t think you’d see me, but then I bumped that sign over and…” Bunny shrugged, giggling. She listened with interest as he explained further about his fascination with plants. “Ooh…! That would be amazing!” she agreed, turning to the nearest flower and bending down so she was face to ‘face’ with it. “Where did you come from, hm?” she asked it, not unlike what Fancy had just been doing.

Bunny shrunk in on herself just a tiny bit as the boy stepped closer and asked about her power. “Um…. I-it’s kind of embarrassing….” she replied meekly. Actually, she was fortunate she hadn’t shifted yet, with how flustered she’d gotten. “I, um, I can turn into a b-boy.” Bunny didn’t really feel like showing him… Not yet, when they were still able to talk pleasantly. She was always afraid of freaking people out, even other metas. “Oh, really? I’m a sophomore too!” At his assumption, she laughed and shook her head a little. “I’m turning sixteen in January… I just never grew very tall.” And her clothing style usually made her seem younger too. Bunny was slowly feeling more comfortable and better able to relax, now that she thought he seemed very sweet and gentle.

“Really? I think… people are strange. It suits you.” She giggled quietly and dipped her head. He didn’t seem fancy, per se, but very gentlemanly, which was along the same line. “And as long as you like it, that’s all that matters! My real name is Margery but… I like Bunny a lot more.” Margery was such an old lady name. She didn’t know what her parents had been thinking! “Really?” she gleed. A boy that liked not only flowers, but pink flowers? Was she dreaming? “Wh-what?” she stammered at his sudden question. Bunny bit her lip and looked at the flowers. “I mean…. I would like to get one, but I didn’t bring any money with me…” Her family was moderately wealthy, yes, but she didn’t get all that big of an allowance and her Youtube career didn’t make a ton of money, so she mostly spent it on makeup things. Bunny didn’t realize exactly what Fancy was offering, though.

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Hair care was very important to Fancy too, though he tended to go with untraditional means washing with water only. After about a month, he had some amazing results and decided to keep doing it that way. Though he always got strange looks and comments when he revealed his secrets, so Fancy didn’t advertise them. “It’s fine, you don’t have to be….I shouldn’t have been doing that in the first place,” he said with a soft laugh. “I was just having some fun.” Fancy cleared his throat, feeling like they should move on with trying to explain themselves. “Nobody’s hurt…at least I don’t think anybody’s hurt,” he said, leaning in curiously. “You’re not hurt, are you?” Like from when she bumped over the sign. Of course she wasn’t, but…why not be a little silly? It helped clear the air, in his opinion.

He stifled a laugh when she spoke to the flower beside her so sincerely, as though expecting an answer. Fancy smirked to himself, looking to the side as he debated on something, then reached out his finger to stroke the flower she was addressing. It extended it’s petals in response. “It says….well, I guess I don’t know what it said, but he seems flattered by your interest.”

Fancy stood interested, waiting to hear about her power, and chuckling to himself as she seemed to get extremely shy about it. When she finally came out with it, his eyebrows rose up to his hairline in amazement. “Oh, really? That’s pretty cool! Oh, well…” he stopped himself and laughed breathily. “I guess, it could be a little awkward, couldn’t it? But it’s still pretty unique, right? I don’t think we have many gender shifters at the school.” Fancy shrugged and scritched his chin. “We have a lot of plant manipulators though, so mine’s not all too special.” Well, it was a variant on plant manipulation, but that wasn’t saying much, he thought. When offered her age, Fancy’s expression fell slightly and he grew red again from having his previous assumption. “Oh…I-I thought you were younger,” he said looking down. Fancy cleared his throat again. “Y-you’re older than I am, ha ha, how about that?” Who would’ve thought?

That aside, he was really glad that she didn’t seem to think his name was weird along with everything else. Fancy nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I think too! As long as you like it…Margery? Like, from the Simpsons, Marge? That’s…..” Fancy lowered his head again. “That’s not too bad…” he said obviously just trying to not hurt her feelings. His stifled laugh gave him away, and he covered his twisting lips with his hand. “Sorry…I’m not trying to be mean, I promise,” he assured her, raising up his other hand in consolation. To make up for his laughing, Fancy figured he should get her a flower, if just to keep her smile. “Don’t worry about that,” he said, strolling over to the black vase of pink flowers. He picked one that had yet to bloom, and handed it to her. “Here. It’s for you,” he said with a gentleman smile.

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“No no, I think it’s good that you were enjoying yourself!” Bunny protested. Oh no, what if he never did it again for fear of someone spying on him? “Hm? No, I’m not hurt at all!” she assured him. She’d already forgotten about the sign, which was still tipped over from where she’d left it. Bunny realized after a moment that he was joking around, and giggled. Maybe she should have pretended to be hurt so he could take care of her… but that would be silly and childish, even she wasn’t that bad. Probably.

Bunny blinked as Fancy reached over and gently touched the flower that she’d been ‘talking’ to. “Ooh!” she gasped in awe as it visibly reacted. She pressed her fingers to her mouth and squeed. “That’s so cool!” she gushed. How she wished her ability was something like that!

When she did finally admit what her power was, Bunny’s head was tilted down bashfully, her hands linked together in front of her as she stared at her shoes. Her gaze snapped up when Fancy reacted. “You think so?” she asked, eyes full of wonder. Bunny nodded when he seemed to quickly understand why she’d been so shy about it. “Sometimes I shift in class, and it’s really embarrassing…” Especially since she wore very frilly clothing about 95% of the time. “I guess it is unique, though…” she agreed in quiet afterthought. But as long as he was okay with it, then she was, too! “I think your power is really neat and pretty,” she argued. “I’m sure you have girls swooning over you all the time!” Er, not that she was swooning, per se… Whoops. When he got embarrassed about being wrong about her age, Bunny laughed lightly and waved it off. “It’s okay, most people think I’m like, twelve. But… I’m older than you? Really?” She wouldn’t have guessed it – he was so mature!

Marge? Marge? “Oh goodness, that makes it sound even worse!” she exclaimed, half-laughing, half-horrified. Bunny watched as the younger boy seemed to be struggling not to show his amusement too much, but when he failed, she laughed again along with him. “It’s okay, there’s a reason I tell no one to call me that,” she reassured him. However, her mirth turned to confusion when he went over and took up one of the pink flowers and handed it to her. Bunny took it uncertainly, delicately gripping the stem in her small fingers. “Oh, b-but I can’t just take one…!” she insisted, already having an inkling of what he might be doing, but didn’t want to make assumptions. She beamed from ear to ear anyway, and lifted the unopened bud to her nose, giving it a sniff. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the aroma.

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Bunny needn’t fear that Fancy would never talk to the flowers again. The young boy had too active an imagination to not do that, and would find himself doing it again without realizing it, no doubt. He smiled gently, her innocent excitement over something so silly being incredibly infectious. And adorable, mind you. “That’s good,” he said behind his chuckle. “That could have been a disaster.” Not just adorable, but….Fancy couldn’t quite come up with the best word to describe her, but whatever it was, she only perpetuated it with her reaction to the flower opening more before her eyes. “Ha ha, I thinks so too,” he said in agreement. Fancy had a lot of fun with his power, especially in seeing other people’s reactions to it.

He supposed if he had another power, he would be the same, even if it were one like Bunny’s. If he turned into a girl….that would be interesting. Though he could still understand why someone might find it difficult to have. “I do,” he confirmed. “I think….well, I don’t know anything about how it’s affected you, really, but I think it would give you a really unique perspective, seeing things from the point of view of both genders…but maybe I’m just being…idealistic?” Fancy had a tendency to do that a lot. To romanticize things, when it obviously embarrassed her so much. It was Fancy’s turn to be embarrassed, however, when she blurted out a presumed popularity with the girls. “Uh…you t-think so? I don’t know about that,” he said, looking down to hide his red face. “I don’t even have a girlfriend, so….I wouldn’t know. If they are, they’re not telling me…” Fancy was just getting embarrassed all over the place as he was talking to this girl. She probably thought he was weird…or worse. “Y-yeah,” he stuttered, pulling his lips into a half smile. “Most people think I’m older too, so…I guess I know how that feels.” He laughed and awkwardly stuffed his hands into his pockets, scrunching up his shoulders as if that would hide his red face.

At least they were both having fun, and at least Bunny didn’t seem offended by his terrible comparison. “It does! I think I prefer Bunny, if you don’t mind,” he said with a small laugh. Maybe it was for feelings of gratitude, for giving him such a nice conversation, or maybe it was because of something else, but Fancy just wanted to give her the flower. It would make her smile, he thought. His smile widened and eyes lit up when she at first refused to take the flower she’d already taken. “Oh? You can’t?” Fancy gave a second of thought, then grabbed another. “Have two then,” he said, handing her the other. Fancy leaned forward and pat the short girl gently on the head. “Just take them. Please? For me?” He’d tell the manager of the flower shop that he’d take care of it later.

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Bunny listened in delight as Fancy spoke about her power, making it sound much more interesting and useful than she’d ever really considered. She mostly saw it as a nuisance – who would want to have a girlfriend that was sometimes a boy? – but at least Jackson seemed to put up with it alright. In fact, it was almost like he paid extra attention to her when she was shifted, just to make her feel better… “Maybe you’re right,” she agreed slowly, biting her lip in thought. “I guess I never really thought about it that way.” Did… Did that mean… she was both genders? Maybe it was okay that she had gone into the boy’s locker room? Thinking about it made her head hurt. Talking about Fancy being good with girls was much more fun! “Oh, really?” she replied, surprise in her tone. “I’m sure lots of girls like it, they’re just too shy to say so! I mean, I like it, and…” Bunny trailed off, clasping her hand over her mouth. Silly! She had a boyfriend, she shouldn’t be saying these things! She was far too busy being embarrassed to notice how flustered Fancy had gotten.

She beamed up at him, not at all offended by his comment about her name. “I prefer it too!” she chirped. “I love bunnies. I have a pet one named Peaches, and a hedgehog named Cream,” she added as a sort of afterthought. He probably didn’t care about that, right? Well… He must’ve cared about something, because before Bunny knew what was happening, he was thrusting another flower into her hands. She gawked down at them in awe, then looked up at him with the same expression. “O…Okay…” she finally murmured, letting a small smile cross her face. Bunny lifted both to her nose and gave them another sniff, eyelids fluttering as he pet her head. “You’re a very nice person, Fancy,” she told him. “Thank you…” Had she not thought of Jackson again in that moment, she might have kissed his cheek. Speaking of Jackson… Bunny spun around, trying to catch sight of where the older boy had gone. Surely he would reappear soon, right?

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Fancy wasn’t sure how he would feel if his girlfriend(if he ever got one) could also turn into a boy, but he had no reason to think he would have a problem with it either. Fancy didn’t think he was gay, but he also didn’t think he was against being with a male either. There were plenty of people who were well attracted to both genders too, so he couldn’t think it was as terrible to find a partner as Bunny probably imagined. Whether she could be considered both genders…that was up to her, to be honest. He smiled to reinforce his statement, glad that she seemed to take away something positive from it. He didn’t know quite how to take the compliments that she kept bestowing on him, though. Despite telling her all those romanticized things about her power, it still flustered him to hear of such awe over his own. “Y-you think so…? Gosh…” The blush on his cheeks just wasn’t going to go away at this rate. “T-thanks…” he said shyly.

At least on the topic of her name, it yielded yet another thing that had his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. “Peaches and Cream? That’s adorable!” he said with an excited pitch in his voice. Fancy snickered. “My sister probably would’ve named her hedgehog ‘Harvey Dent’ or something like that…yours are much cuter.” And her bunny would’ve been name Fungus…probably. Sunny wasn’t exactly the sort of person to keep a bunny anyway.

She wasn’t the sort of person to like flowers either, not unless they were dead. Or black. Which was the primary reason why she tried to get Fancy worked up enough to use his power unconsciously. At least he wasn’t like that now, and could give Bunny a pair of flowers that would no doubt bloom a beautiful pink color. “Ahh..um, thank you,” he said again, scratching his head nervously. “Y-you…you’re very sweet as well,” he said, returning the sentiment. “I really enjoyed talking to you.” He noticed that she was looking around the store, so presumed that she was thinking about leaving. Maybe looking for the person she came to the shop with?

Speaking of that person, Jackson had returned to the shop with a warm drink in either hand, one fixed just the way Bunny liked it. He scanned the shop for his short-statured girlfriend. “Bunny?” he called out, hoping for a quick response.