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WHEN: Early afternoon, before the Queen’s party.
RATING: Oh gosh. Right now nothing, but who are we referring to here? :x
CHARACTERS: Cheshire Cat!Crowley [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saunturing_down ] White Rabbit!Aziraphale [ wingedly ].
SUMMARY: After the Cheshire Cat!Crowley had decided to invite everyone and their grandmother’s pet fish to the Queen’s tea party this afternoon, the White Rabbit!Aziraphale goes a bit bonkers and looses what sanity he had left, trying to dig a hole in the Gardens. <3
Tugging at his white fluffy left ear compulsively, the Rabbit had taken a proper moment to duck underneath the nearest table situated within the lovely gardens with a strangled moan in despair as a rather ignorant Spade walked past thoughtlessly, the Queen’s deck seemingly on the move since they had been instructed to evaluate one another’s painting skills earlier that bright morning.
A gentle breeze tousled the attendant’s golden curls as he nuzzled his rather round, blushing nose into the palm of his hands, bushy tail twitching with sympathy at the positively horrific events that had taken place all throughout the past two days. Even before any preparation for the sort of tea her Majesty would prefer to be offered to the esteemed guests had been made, the Rabbit was all but yanked out into the open to be brutally chastised for having given the royal cards yellow paint instead of the traditional red, of all preposterous things! Not that he ever recalled executing such a daft action, but there stood before him several cans of that very shade where a great deal of the guards themselves stood dumbstruck, covered in at least a whole quart of the wrong colored paint.
"Ugh," the Rabbit whimpered at the vivid memory, fingers curling into the soft grass beneath the tablecloth as he proceeded to thoughtlessly dig at the ground there, dirt nearly staining his neatly pressed breeches as he attempted to create a hole large enough so that he could simply lie down for a while, head fairly spinning with the complications. And he wouldn’t dare mention the little tryst he had taken part in along with that Cat, the thought pushing yet another groan past his lips as he continued to break the ground underneath the table, long ears pressed back against his curls as he worked in an attempt to feel release—anything other than this.
RATING: Oh gosh. Right now nothing, but who are we referring to here? :x
CHARACTERS: Cheshire Cat!Crowley [
saunturing_down ] White Rabbit!Aziraphale [ wingedly ].SUMMARY: After the Cheshire Cat!Crowley had decided to invite everyone and their grandmother’s pet fish to the Queen’s tea party this afternoon, the White Rabbit!Aziraphale goes a bit bonkers and looses what sanity he had left, trying to dig a hole in the Gardens. <3
Tugging at his white fluffy left ear compulsively, the Rabbit had taken a proper moment to duck underneath the nearest table situated within the lovely gardens with a strangled moan in despair as a rather ignorant Spade walked past thoughtlessly, the Queen’s deck seemingly on the move since they had been instructed to evaluate one another’s painting skills earlier that bright morning.
A gentle breeze tousled the attendant’s golden curls as he nuzzled his rather round, blushing nose into the palm of his hands, bushy tail twitching with sympathy at the positively horrific events that had taken place all throughout the past two days. Even before any preparation for the sort of tea her Majesty would prefer to be offered to the esteemed guests had been made, the Rabbit was all but yanked out into the open to be brutally chastised for having given the royal cards yellow paint instead of the traditional red, of all preposterous things! Not that he ever recalled executing such a daft action, but there stood before him several cans of that very shade where a great deal of the guards themselves stood dumbstruck, covered in at least a whole quart of the wrong colored paint.
"Ugh," the Rabbit whimpered at the vivid memory, fingers curling into the soft grass beneath the tablecloth as he proceeded to thoughtlessly dig at the ground there, dirt nearly staining his neatly pressed breeches as he attempted to create a hole large enough so that he could simply lie down for a while, head fairly spinning with the complications. And he wouldn’t dare mention the little tryst he had taken part in along with that Cat, the thought pushing yet another groan past his lips as he continued to break the ground underneath the table, long ears pressed back against his curls as he worked in an attempt to feel release—anything other than this.
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"Play time~" he sang to himself, as he slowly disappeared from the toes up, only to reappear under said table, watching with amusement as the Rabbit tried furiously to burrow into the ground. His tail left him, wrapping around the poor Rabbit's waist and tugging him up and away from the hole before attaching back onto the Cat, still wrapped around the Rabbit's now dirty white jacket.
"What did that ground to do you?" the Cat asked, with a grin. "You're hurting it!"