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In a blur of blindingly saturated color comes stumbling into the Nexus, as well as a furry head and bobbing ears.
He's holding a teapot for dear life, making uncertain noises, and nearly shaking at the knees.
The Hare is unhappy.
"Jumping geriatric jelly beans...oh, my, oh me, oh ice cream sandwiches..."
He clears his throat and calms himself lightly, one ear curling anxiously.
"Does anyone happen to, ah, know what the date is...?"
He's holding a teapot for dear life, making uncertain noises, and nearly shaking at the knees.
The Hare is unhappy.
"Jumping geriatric jelly beans...oh, my, oh me, oh ice cream sandwiches..."
He clears his throat and calms himself lightly, one ear curling anxiously.
"Does anyone happen to, ah, know what the date is...?"