Who: Cole, Bunny, and later Lilith, Niamh, and Issy?
When: Early evening
Where: Cole's house
Bunny did appreciate what Cole did for her. Really, she did. But Bunny wasn't the sort of person who reacted well to secrets. She also wasn't used to people talking badly about her. Oh sure, she'd had her fair share of that when she was younger. A strange little girl with Tourette's Syndrome was a prime target on the playground. Somehow, Bunny had always possessed the confidence and ability necessary to eventually win people over to her side. Those she didn't win over had eventually realized that it wasn't fun picking on someone who only played it up and laughed along with you, and moved on. Bunny's entire high school career had been smooth sailing, popularity-wise. She got along with kids from different social circles, and those that didn't like her usually left her be. Sure, she still got weird looks, but she was the sort of person who
liked the weird looks.
Now someone had done something that hadn't happened in years. Someone had been
talking smack about her. This was almost a foreign concept. She just
had to know what was said, and if it was the sort of thing she'd laugh at or get angry with. She had to know! And Cole was refusing to tell her! So she had threatened him with the thing he feared the most: female nudity.
She really thought that would have worked, but he still hadn't told her. So she had left her house with every intention on making good on her threat.
She arrived at Cole's house maybe an hour before sunset, and she found a tree with enough cover to shift behind. She took off her clothes and piled them neatly, and shifted effortlessly into a tiny, fluffy kitten. The she began the task of climbing the tree.