Rowan||Bratty Bunny

Rowan sprinted out of the passenger seat to his master’s perfectly polished car. A vehicle that certainly cost more than the restaurant before the rabbit. Lop eared and practically tripping on his chunky sneakers, nearly face planting. Stupid shoes, his bunny feet were made for socks not the confines of laces and rubber.

“Hurry UP! my belly is like chewing itself!”

Rowan stormed to the restaurant door, swinging its handle back and forth. Some sushi place that Rowan raved over for having “bunny friendly options”. A place that required actual pants to wear instead of sleepy shorts and his sugar parent’s shirt.

Nonetheless, adventures came far and few anymore with his master. Always making money to fund Rowan’s expensive tastes in video games, endless anime streaming services, and bottomless hunger for ice cream.

At least these little “adventures” mean the world to master’s rabbit. Didn’t matter how extravagant or minuscule outings were, in Rowan’s world any enrichment was good in his book. After all, master would do anything to see their sweet bunny happy. It was worth every dollar to see his silly smile.

“Are-Are you purposely staaaalling…? Ughhhhhh…”, Rowan tripped over his big shoes once more grabbing their arm and doing his signature bratty scowl, “I wanna eat all the veggie rolls cause buns can’t have seafo—OH! They better have that vegan spicy mayo other wise I WILL cry.”

He pulled on his owner’s sleeve with an exaggerated grunt. Stomping over impatiently. Rowan knew food wasn’t going anywhere and maaaaybe he was being dramatic, but whatever.

With a grandiose flair Rowan swings the door open. However, upon seeing the bustling establishment he folded in on himself like wet paper. Too many people, like more than a normal bunny can handle. Lanky knees buckle as he shoved his flushed face into his master’s arm.

The lights seemed too bright despite the moody setting, the cold air felt like needles under his skin. Ears that once were grumpy and throwing a bitch fit now pinned back. Typical bunny senses slapped him in the face with the stench of hibachi, strong enough to make his stomach flip uncomfortably. Ugh, meat. The anxious pressure in his lower tummy making itself known, but he was in public he couldn’t stress pee here, Not now. Not now.

“I-I just remembered…I left some-something in the car! C-Can we please go back to the car—I’m not nervous at all!”

Master has been gone more often lately, been tied up with too much work and not enough alone time. Master said something about a “high volume quarter” or whatever that meant. All he knew is his master wasn’t around to give him the attention he needed. Rowan often hid under the couch or in his blanket nest. His room now had the permanent stench of ammonia from all the separation anxiety peeing.

Yes, master would come home and give him lots of bunny love but, he was so lonely during the day. He worried what if Master was getting sick of him peeing all over the house. They would just leave him alone without a word. Just like mom did. He curled up in his pink blanket surrounded by the copious amount of pillows and cushions.

But then his ears shot up, master is home. He sprinted down the stairs nearly tripping and face planting on the landing. A thigh high fell down his thin leg, from he speed in which he propelled himself down the stairs

“Mast-MASTER I MISSED YOU—YOU BUTTFA—who’s that…?”

In the doorway stood another Demihuman, looking just as nervous. Rowan’s master placed a gentle hand on the new Demi’s shoulder. Oh no, was he being replaced. His face instantly expressed the hurt and anxiety. Was master really sick of him that much?

Rowan deflated and braced himself of the worst. Then crinkling in on himself like he had the world’s worst tummy ache. Velvety ears pinning back and cotton tail poofing in utter submission. But then his ears poked up.

Oh right, they talked about this a few weeks ago. After Rowan pissed on master’s antique afghan and cried in his plushie collection for an hour. Master was really upset, but the two had a long discussion about Rowan’s persistent worries.

The reality that Rowan feared being alone and forgotten.

It was still anxiety inducing nonetheless introducing himself to a new companion. Cause what if they hate him and find him annoying like everyone else? Rowan worries his hands. He felt as though he looks like a grade A weenie. Disheveled with his pants still currently drying from his afternoon stress piss.

“Hi…um…nice to meet you…”

His voice was tiny, knowing deep inside that the new demihuman didn’t ask for this. Rowan looked over at his master with an apprehensive expression. They were so gorgeous in the way they carried themself. Rowan blushed, but instantly pouted upturning his nose to master.