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((Flashback OOM: An eight year-old bunny gets some news about his mother. Misunderstanding ensues.))
Anyone who's seen Momiji's five year-old self scampering about will perhaps note that the blonde boy bounding in today is, while not nearly as old as the teenager that usually graces the Bar with his presence, noticeably larger. Or, taller, at least - he's still small for his age and thin to the point of being scrawny. Gone, too, are the standard boy's clothes he wore then. They've been replaced by a colorful, girly sweater, along with a bright, pink scarf, with designs of a hopping rabbit knitted onto it.
"Here...?" He skids to stop, looking baffled as he comes in. The confusion doesn't hold him for long, though, and, soon, he's off to the Bar, placing a rather long, rambling order and emptying out a little wallet that he pulls from one pocket.
And so it is that, a few minutes later, there's a delighted rabbit-boy sitting at a table, next to a plate of warm, pink and blue frosted cookies and a sign printed in three languages.
The sign declares, in English, Japanese, and German: "Celebration Cookies!"
It's a very rare entry into the annals of "free Milliways food that won't erase your memory/change your gender/steal your soul/etc."
Anyone who's seen Momiji's five year-old self scampering about will perhaps note that the blonde boy bounding in today is, while not nearly as old as the teenager that usually graces the Bar with his presence, noticeably larger. Or, taller, at least - he's still small for his age and thin to the point of being scrawny. Gone, too, are the standard boy's clothes he wore then. They've been replaced by a colorful, girly sweater, along with a bright, pink scarf, with designs of a hopping rabbit knitted onto it.
"Here...?" He skids to stop, looking baffled as he comes in. The confusion doesn't hold him for long, though, and, soon, he's off to the Bar, placing a rather long, rambling order and emptying out a little wallet that he pulls from one pocket.
And so it is that, a few minutes later, there's a delighted rabbit-boy sitting at a table, next to a plate of warm, pink and blue frosted cookies and a sign printed in three languages.
The sign declares, in English, Japanese, and German: "Celebration Cookies!"
It's a very rare entry into the annals of "free Milliways food that won't erase your memory/change your gender/steal your soul/etc."