Bunny Love | Carried Home

Hops was jolted awake by the sound of harsh hoofsteps entering The Rabbit Hole, the intimidating sound of the succubun entering the bar enough to make her look around with fear in her eyes. However, once she actually got a look at the succubun who was staring back at her, she sighed out. "Jarlath, You scared me! Didn't anyone tell you not to stomp around indoors?" Jarlath didn't seem in the mood for the conversation, but nodded anyways. "Sorry about that, Hops. I'm looking for someone." If her ears were not permanently floppy, they would have perked up. "Looking for someone? I mean, there hasn't been many people in the bar today thanks to something Angora's doing in the Casino..." The larger bun huffed lightly, moving his hand near his midsection as he spoke. "Yeah, getting over here was a pain, but I didn't see him in the crowds, so I thought he'd be here. I'm looking for a bun about this tall, horns included. He wears gages and dog tags, and has roses growing on him."

Hops felt relieved. "Oh thank Murmur! You're here to pick up Cazper." Jarlath nodded. "From how grateful you sound, I hope he didn't trouble you too much while he was here. I'm already going to tell him off for being out past his curfew." The gluttony bunny laughed, looking away with a smile on her face. "Ah, well. Not really, He as being kind of a sad drunk, so I tried to cheer him up. But I gave him his custom drink in a...fishbowl." Jarlath paused, and though his face showed no expression change, Hops knew he was thinking. "Not like... an actual fishbowl, right Hops?" She was silent, her eyes moving to look away in the other direction. "You served it in a fishbowl glass for alcohol, and not a full-sized fishbowl... right, Hops?" That voice almost made Hops melt into a puddle on the spot out of fear, but she thought quickly in order to get out of the situation- change topic, yes she should change the topic. "Anyways! He's chilling in the VIP Lounge right now! I got him some water after he had his drink and he seems to be doing fine! It's been a while since I've checked up on him, but that's because the last time I checked in on him he was sleeping, and I didn't want to wake him up, at least not when there's still time before Angora's event ends." That seemed to be enough, the absolute beast of a bun looking over to the VIP room and making his way over. "At least you didn't kill my roommate..." Jarlath grumbled, but it was followed by a laugh to reassure Hops that it was something said in jest. Hops and Jarlath were friends, yes- they had gotten through the Hazebloom fiasco together after all, and She had seen him smile at least once... but that didn't make him any less terrifying.

When Jarlath entered the VIP room, he saw just how well Hops took care of Caz in his inebriated state. Hell, outside of the fact that there was a half-full cup of water on the table in the middle of the room, she had even wrapped up the envy bun in a large blanket. Where she got the fucking thing was beyond Jarlath, but that wasn't important right now. He moved the blanket off of the other male, and lifted him up into his arms in somewhat of a princess carry. It seemed to be enough to wake the succubun, his eyes flickering open and looking up at a pattern of red and black. "Oh... Hey Jarlath." He started, and Jarlath knew he was still drunk, or tired, or both, just by his voice alone. "Hey, Caz. Do you know what time it is?" The question didn't seem to hit Cazper for a moment or two, but when it did, his eyes opened wide. "Oh, shit, is it past eight?!" Jarlath nodded. "Yea, in fact, it's about two in the morning right now. I gave you a few hours, but once it hit midnight I got worried about you. Looked for you fucking everywhere until I found you here." Cazper groaned out, a hand going to his forehead. "Shit, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to cause that kind of trouble."

"I know. You probably would have been home on time if Hops didn't give you that fucking fishbowl. Speaking of, how are you holding up? I saw you had some water, but do you feel sick? If she used an actual fishbowl like I think she did, that's a lot of fucking alcohol, man." Jarlath asked, and Caz made a little bit of a grumble. "I'm not that bad at handling alcohol... My head kind of hurts though... and I'm really fucking tired." A sigh. "Well, it doesn't sound like this hangover's gonna kill you, at least. I'm probably gonna lay you down in my bed when we get home though, just so that I can keep an eye on you." Cazper flushed slightly, adding onto the red that was already there from the alcohol. "Wha- your bed? What about you, where are you going to sleep?" The taller bun laughed, a genuine one that echoed through his chest. "What? Don't tell me you're so touch starved that you can't sleep in the same bed as someone else." Cazper should accept this, shouldn't argue with what was happening, but he couldn't help it. "What about Alimir, doesn't he want to sleep next to you?" Jarlath shrugged. "Bun's busy tonight. Got a late-night show with Velveteen, won't be home until morning. By the time he gets back I'll be awake, and you'll probably be awake too whether you like it or not." They shared a silence for a moment, Caz's face turning from confused, to unsure, to something that was a mix between flustered and embarrassed. "It'll be okay, Caz. Now let's go home before Angora shows up or something."

Hops ran over to them before they headed out completely, making sure to hand Cazper's phone to Jarlath. "I was holding onto it while he was sleeping, I didn't want to give it to him and then have him lose it because he can't tell which was is up or down..." She admitted, and Jarlath pocketed the phone, nodding to her in place of anything that could actually cause Cazper to fall from his arms. "Thanks Hops. Don't get too bored the rest of the night, okay?" He gave a small smile, and Hops returned it- of course she did. "Oh! Will do, Jarlath! I hope you guys have a nice rest of your night!" Cazper let out a bit of a giggle as he as dragged out the door, along with a drawled out 'bye hops' that sounded more like garbled words. He was already falling asleep again, of course he was.

"Hey Caz. You can fall asleep in my arms, okay? I'll make sure not to drop you or anything. Rest up, bud." Instead of giving a proper answer, Caz just closed his eyes. He let the sounds of the city at night enter his mind as they left the warmth of the bar. With the light chill of the spring night, it didn't take long for Caz to fall asleep again, body going a little limp in his roommate's arms. Jarlath made sure to keep a good grip on him, while also paying attention to his heartbeat for any emergencies. He didn't expect any, but Jarlath was one to believe that you can never be too careful. Eventually, the envy bun started to drool, the full sign that he had fallen into his deep sleep. Jarlath adjusted his grip on the other's body, letting out a large breath that he didn't even know he had been holding.

Cazper had only been their roommate for so long, but the man was a disaster in a way that clicked well with them. Jarlath originally had been against bringing some random Envy bun into their home, but from a mix of the church's meddling and Jackal's appeal to his sensitive side, he had agreed to let Caz stay. Alimir liked having him around- partially because he'd cry seeing a bun like that on the streets, though the brat wouldn't dare admit to having sensitive feelings like that. Jarlath ended up liking him too. The dude was funny, passionate about his work, and sure he was pathetic at times- but Jarlath found it kind of cute. But despite all that, all the nice things Jarlath thought about him, the man was having issues, enough to have him drinking a bowl's worth of alcohol. He looked at Cazper's face, peaceful in sleep and covered in an alcoholic red. Jarlath couldn't help but speak out loud to himself in the night air, as quiet as he could manage.

"Oh Caz, what the fuck am I gonna do with you, man..."